Frank Swannell Diaries: Part I
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BC Archives MS-0392 - Box 1, Volume 4-5
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My Little Wet Home in the Trench (as sung by the 16th Canadians)
Ive a little wet home in the Trench Where the rainstorms continually drench There's a dead cow close by With her hoofs to the sky And she gives off a beautiful stench Underneath in the place of a floor There's a mass of wet mud & some straw And the "Jack Johnsons" Tear Through the rain-sodden air O'er my little wet home in the Trench
II
There are snipers who keep on the go So you must keep your napper down low And their star-shells at night Make a deuce of a light Which causes the language to flow Then bully & biscuits we chew For it's days since we tasted a stew But with shells dropping there There's not place to compare With my little wet home in the trench
BC Archives, MS-0392 Box 1 Volume 4 / FRANK SWANNELL PAPERS / Diary and enclosures, 1915.