'Blighters'

The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin 
And cackle at the Show, while prancing ranks 
Of harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din; 
We’re sure the Kaiser loves the dear old Tanks!
 
I’d like to see a Tank come down the stalls, 
Lurching to rag-time tunes, or Home, sweet Home, 
And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls 
To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.

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