Berrington Hospital, autograph book of Mary Maria Squire, item 25
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Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
Damp is my socks and cold my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put duity to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
Away from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin those things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
I ofttimes wonder when will it all end
flee from physical drill the torture called beyd
I wish the old Kaiser was rocked in the deep
When I would come home and have a good sleep
Right page:
Then for some smiling faces and sad ones too
Mourning their lost ones we know tis but true
But they are keeping up bravely but with silent Grief
In the thought that they are happy in their long last sleep
Yorkshireham Court of Arms
A flei = will bite any body so will a Yorksman
A fly = will sup to anybody so will a Yorksman
A magpie = will talk to anybody so will a Yorksman
A flitch of Bacon = No good till it is hung neither is
a Yorkshire Man
Pte W.E. Tate
Yorkshire Regt
Green Howards
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Left page:
Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
Damp is my socks and cold my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put duity to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
Away from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin those things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
I ofttimes wonder when will it all end
flee from physical drill the torture called beyd
I wish the old Kaiser was rocked in the deep
When I would come home and have a good sleep
Right page:
Then for some smiling faces and sad ones too
Mourning their lost ones we know tis but true
But they are keeping up bravely but with silent Grief
In the thought that they are happy in their long last sleep
Yorkshireham Court of Arms
A flei = will bite any body so will a Yorksman
A fly = will sup to anybody so will a Yorksman
A magpie = will talk to anybody so will a Yorksman
A flitch of Bacon = No good till it is hung neither is
a Yorkshire Man
Pte W.E. Tate
Yorkshire Regt
Green Howards
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Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
Damp is my socks and cold my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
Away from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
Soft tissues wonder when will it all end
flee from physical drill the torture called bend
I wish the old Kaiser was rocked in the deep
When I would come home and have a good sleep
[end page]
[start page]
Then for some smiling faces and sad ones too
Mourning their lost ones we know tis but true
But they are keeping up bravely but with silent Grief
In the thought that they are happy in their long last
sleep
Yorkshire ham Court of Arms
A flea = will bite any body so will a Yorksman
A fly = will sup to anybody so will a Yorksman
A magpie = will talk to anybody so will a Yorksman
A flitch of Bacon = No good till it is hung neither is
a Yorkshire Man
Pte W.E. Tate
Yorkshire Regt
Green Howards
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Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
... from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
Soft tissues wonder when will it all end
flee from physical drill the torture called bend
I wish the old Kaiser was rocked in the deep
When I would come home and have a good sleep
[end page]
[start page]
Then for some smiling faces and sad ones too
Mourning their lost ones we know tis but true
But they are keeping up bravely but with silent Grief
In the thought that they are happy in their long last
sleep
Yorkshire ham Court of Arms
A flea = will bite any body so will a Yorksman
A fly = will sup to anybody so will a Yorksman
A magpie = will talk to anybody so will a Yorksman
A flitch of Bacon = No good till it is hung neither is
a Yorkshire Man
Pte W.E. Tate
Yorkshire Regt
Green Howards
-
Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
... from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
Soft tissues wonder when will it all end
flee from physical drill the torture called bend
I wish the old Kaiser was rocked in the deep
When I would come home and have a good sleep
[end page]
[start page]
Then for some smiling faces and sad ones too
Mourning their lost ones we know tis but true
But they are keeping up bravely but with silent Grief
In the thought that they are happy in their long last
sleep
Yorkshire ham Court of Arms
A flea = will bite any body so will a Yorksman
A fly = will sup to anybody so will a Yorksman
A magpie = will talk to anybody so will a Yorksman
A flitch of Bacon = No good till it is hung neither is
a Yorkshire Man
Pte W.E. Tate
Yorkshire
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Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
... from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
Soft tissues wonder when will it all end
flee from physical drill the torture called bend
I wish the old Kaiser was rocked in the deep
When I would come home and have a good sleep
[end page]
[start page]
Then for some smiling faces and sad ones too
Mourning their lost ones we know tis but true
But they are keeping up bravely but with silent Grief
In the thought that they are happy in their long last
sleep
Yorkshire ham Court of Arms
A flea = will bite any body so will a Yorksman
A fly = will sup to anybody so will a Yorksman
A magpie = will talk to anybody so will a Yorksman
A flitch of Bacon = No good till it is hung neither is
a Yorkshire Man
Pte W.E. Tate
-
Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
... from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
Soft tissues wonder when will it all end
flee from physical drill the torture called bend
I wish the old Kaiser was rocked in the deep
When I would come home and have a good sleep
[end page]
[start page]
Then for some smiling faces and sad ones too
Mourning their lost ones we know tis but true
But they are keeping up bravely but with silent Grief
In the thought that they are happy in their long last
sleep
Yorkshire ham Court of Arms
A flea = will bite any body so will a Yorksman
A fly = will sup to anybody so will a Yorksman
A magpie = will talk to anybody so will a Yorksman
A flitch of Bacon = No good till it is hung neither is
a Yorkshire Man
-
Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
... from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
Soft tissues wonder when will it all end
flee from physical drill the torture called bend
I wish the old Kaiser was rocked in the deep
When I would come home and have a good sleep
[end page]
[start page]
Then for some smiling faces and sad ones too
Mourning their lost ones we know tis but true
But they are keeping up bravely but with silent Grief
In the thought that they are happy in their long last
sleep
Yorkshire ham Court of Arms
A flea = will bite any body so will a Yorksman
A fly = will sup to anybody so will a Yorksman
A magpie = will talk
-
Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
... from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
Soft tissues wonder when will it all end
flee from physical drill the torture called bend
I wish the old Kaiser was rocked in the deep
When I would come home and have a good sleep
[end page]
[start page]
Then for some smiling faces and sad ones too
Mourning their lost ones we know tis but true
But they are keeping up bravely but with silent Grief
-
Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
... from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
Soft tissues wonder when will it all end
flee from physical drill the torture called bend
I wish the old Kaiser was rocked in the deep
When I would come home and have a good sleep
-
Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
... from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting for the Sergeant to sing me to sleep
Soft tissues wonder when will it all end
flee from physical
-
Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
... from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
And think of me sometimes when at my photo you peep
Waiting
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Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
... from the sight of the wounded and dead
I would rather be in hospital where it is nice
free from all vermin theres things they call lice
far from the flashlights I long to be
Lights of my own town I rather would see
-
Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me wish I were dead
Sing me to sleep somewhere near the sea
Where shells cannot hurt and snipers pot me
Think of me sleeping where the worms creep
Waiting my chance to put ... to sleep
Sing me to sleep in some old Shed
-
Sing me to sleep when the bugle calls
I want to forget the war and all
... is my Books and ... my feet
... with ... station my shirt creep
Sing me to sleep where whizz bangs fly
And comrades are seriously wounded and die
And rats running all over my head
It sometimes makes me
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