Said the soldier to the Surgeon, "I've got noises in me head <br />And a kind o' filled up feeling after every time I'm fed; <br />I can sleep all night on picket, but I can't sleep in my bed". <br />And the Surgeon said, <br />"That's Lead!" <br />Said the soldier to the Surgeon, "Do you think they'll send me back? <br />For I really ain't adapted to be carrying a pack <br />Though I've humped a case of whisky half a mile upon my back". <br />And the Surgeon said, <br />"That's Lead!" <br /> <br />"And my legs have swelled up cruel, I can hardly walk at all, <br />Bur when the Taubes come over you should see me start to crawl; <br />When we're sprinting for the dugout, I can easy beat 'em all". <br />And the Surgeon said, <br />"That's Lead!" <br /> <br />So they sent him to the trenches where he landed safe and sound, <br />And he drew his ammunition, just about two fifty round: <br />"Oh Sergeant, what's this heavy stuff I've got to hump around?" <br />And the Sergeant said, <br />"That's Lead!"<br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swinging-the-lead/
