Henry Lawson

That Pretty Girl In The Army

Now I often sit at Watty’s, when the night is very near With a head that’s full of jingles – and the fumes of bottled beer; For I always have a fancy that, if I am over there When the Army prays for Watty, I’m included in the prayer. It would take a lot of praying, lots of thumping on the drum, To prepare our sinful, straying, erring souls for Kingdom Come, But I love my fellow-sinners! And I hope upon the whole, That the Army gets a hearing when it prays for Watty’s soul.

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