THE GREAT PUSH
CHAPTER I
IN THE ADVANCE TRENCHES
Now when we take the cobbled road
We often took before,
Our thoughts are with the hearty lads
Who tread that way no more,
Oh! boys upon the level fields,
If you could call to mind
The wine of Café Pierre le Blanc
You wouldn’t stay behind.
But when we leave the trench at night, ,
And stagger neath our load,
Grey, silent ghosts as light as air
Come with us down the road.
And when we sit us down to drink
You sit beside us too,
And drink at Café Pierre le Blanc
As once you used to do.