Rhymes of a Red Cross Man

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> My Bay'nit </h2> <p>When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit<br/> And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore;<br/> But blimey! I 'aven't been able to stain it,<br/> So far as I've gone wiv the vintage of war.<br/> For ain't it a fraud! when a Boche and yours truly<br/> Gits into a mix in the grit and the grime,<br/> 'E jerks up 'is 'ands wiv a yell and 'e's duly<br/> Part of me outfit every time.<br/> <br/> Left, right, Hans and Fritz!<br/> Goose step, keep up yer mits!<br/> Oh my, Ain't it a shyme!<br/> Part of me outfit every time.<br/> <br/> At toasting a biscuit me bay'nit's a dandy;<br/> I've used it to open a bully beef can;<br/> For pokin' the fire it comes in werry 'andy;<br/> For any old thing but for stickin' a man.<br/> 'Ow often I've said: "'Ere, I'm goin' to press you<br/> Into a 'Un till you're seasoned for prime,"<br/> And fiercely I rushes to do it, but bless you!<br/> Part of me outfit every time.<br/> <br/> Lor, yus; <i>DON'T</i> they look glad?<br/> Right O! 'Owl Kamerad!<br/> Oh my, always the syme!<br/> Part of me outfit every time.<br/> <br/> I'm 'untin' for someone to christen me bay'nit,<br/> Some nice juicy Chewton wot's fightin' in France;<br/> I'm fairly down-'earted&mdash;'ow <i>CAN</i> yer explain it?<br/> I keeps gettin' prisoners every chance.<br/> As soon as they sees me they ups and surrenders,<br/> Extended like monkeys wot's tryin' to climb;<br/> And I uses me bay'nit&mdash;to slit their suspenders&mdash;<br/> Part of me outfit every time.<br/> <br/> Four 'Uns; lor, wot a bag!<br/> 'Ere, Fritz, sample a fag!<br/> Oh my, ain't it a gyme!<br/> Part of me outfit every time.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />