To the tune of "Little Grey Home in the West"
I've a little wet home in a trench
where the rainstorms continually drench
there's a dead cow close by
with her feet in towards the sky
& she gives off a terrible stench
underneath in the place of a floor
there's a mass of wet mud & some straw
but with shells dropping there
there's no place to compare
with my little wet home in the trench.
in our little wet home in the trench
that
the rain storms continually drench
there’s
a dead cow near by
with its hooves in the sky
&
it gives off a terrible stench
beneath
us instead of a floor
is
a layer of cold mud & some straw.
the
Jack Johnsons we dread
as
they speed overhead
in our little wet home in the trench
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