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Now I’m kneeling down to weep, 
I pray the Lord my soup to keep, 
Grant no other squealer take, 
My shoes or socks before I wake 
Lord guard me in my slumber, 
And hang my carcass on it’s number, 
May no fuse or wire break. 
To bring me back before I bake; 
Keep me safely in thy sight, 
And grant no tortures here tonight, 
And in the morning let me wake, 
Scorched and bruised, with no debate, 
God protect me in my dreams, 
And make this better than it seems, 
Grant the time may quickly fly, 
• When I myself shall rise on high, 
In a snowy feather bed, 
Where I long to lay my head, 
Far away from all these scenes, 
And the smell of half baked beings, 
Take me back into the land, 
Where they torture not so grand, 
Where no demon shellbacks roam, 
Where the Pollys never groan. 
God thou knows s t all my woes, 
Feed me in my dying throes, 
Take me back - I’ll premise then, 
To cure a shellback never again. 
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