Poem by Robert William Service

My Job

I've got a little job on 'and, the time is drawin' nigh;
      At seven by the Captain's watch I'm due to go and do it;
I wants to 'ave it nice and neat, and pleasin' to the eye,
      And I 'opes the God of soldier men will see me safely through it.
Because, you see, it's somethin' I 'ave never done before;
      And till you 'as experience noo stunts is always tryin';
The chances is I'll never 'ave to do it any more:
      At seven by the Captain's watch my little job is... dyin'.

I've got a little note to write; I'd best begin it now.
      I ain't much good at writin' notes, but here goes: "Dearest Mother,
I've been in many 'ot old `do's'; I've scraped through safe some'ow,
      But now I'm on the very point of tacklin' another.
A little job of hand-grenades; they called for volunteers.
      They picked me out; I'm proud of it; it seems a trifle dicky.
If anythin' should 'appen, well, there ain't no call for tears,
      And so... I 'opes this finds you well. — Your werry lovin' Micky."

I've got a little score to settle wiv them swine out there.
      I've 'ad so many of me pals done in it's quite upset me.
I've seen so much of bloody death I don't seem for to care,
      If I can only even up, how soon the blighters get me.
I'm sorry for them perishers that corpses in a bed;
      I only 'opes mine's short and sweet, no linger-longer-lyin';
I've made a mess of life, but now I'll try to make instead . . .
      It's seven sharp. Good-bye, old pals!.. a decent job in dyin'. 

1. Highland Hospitality
2. Violet de Vere
3. L'Envoi (I guess this is the final score)
4. Afternoon Tea
5. New Year's Eve

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