THE FANS and the beltings they roar round me. | |
| The power is shaking the floor round me | |
| Till the lathes pick up their duty and the midnight-shift takes over. | |
| It is good for me to be here! | |
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| Guns in Flanders—Flanders guns! | 5 |
| (I had a man that worked ’em once!) | |
| Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders! | |
| Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders! | |
| Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns! | |
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| The cranes and the carriers they boom over me, | 10 |
| The bays and the galleries they loom over me, | |
| With their quarter-mile of pillars growing little in the distance— | |
| It is good for me to be here! | |
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| The Zeppelins and Gothas they raid over us. | |
| Our lights give warning, and fade over us. | 15 |
| (Seven thousand women keeping quiet in the darkness!) | |
| Oh, it’s good for me to be here! | |
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| The roofs and the buildings they grow round me, | |
| Eating up the fields I used to know round me; | |
| And the shed that I began in is a sub-inspector’s office— | 20 |
| So long have I been here! | |
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| I’ve seen six hundred mornings make our lamps grow dim, | |
| Through the bit that isn’t painted round our sky-light rim, | |
| And the sunshine through the window slope according to the seasons, | |
| Twice since I’ve been here. | 25 |
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| The trains on the sidings they call to us | |
| With the hundred thousand blanks that they haul to us; | |
| And we send ’em what we’ve finished, and they take it where it’s wanted, | |
| For that is why we are here! | |
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| Man’s hate passes as his love will pass. | 30 |
| God made woman what she always was. | |
| Them that bear the burden they will never grant forgiveness | |
| So long as they are here! | |
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| Once I was a woman, but that’s by with me. | |
| All I loved and looked for, it must die with me; | 35 |
| But the Lord has left me over for a servant of the Judgment, | |
| And I serve His Judgments here! | |
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| Guns in Flanders—Flanders guns! | |
| (I had a son that worked ’em once!) | |
| Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders! | 40 |
| Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders! | |
| Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns! | |
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