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An endless bog

A sea of mud

A foul smelling mire

Of blood and guts

A wasteland of soggy brown

No other colour to be found

In this both men and mule drown

Was this really once a town?

The shells keep on coming

Is this place not miserable enough?

Can't keep dry, can't keep safe

Oh boy are we doing it tough

And the rain keeps on falling

And the War will not stop

We are told to fix bayonets

Over sandbags we must hop

But our artillery is useless

Not enough guns made it to the front

So in the bog we get torn to pieces

Because our heavy artillery had sunk

Damn this war

Damn the weather

Damn the generals to the rear

Damn the bullets

Damn the shrapnel

Damn this Passchendaele Ridge