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'Hello! that's the whistle, be moving. / Wake up! don't lie muttering there. / What language! your style is improving- / It's pleasant to hear you at prayer. / Turn out, man, and spare us the blessing. / Crib's cut, and the tea's on the brew. / You'll have to look slippy in dressing / For that was the half-hour that blew.'
'Half-past! and the night's simply awful, / The hut fairly shakes in the storm. / Hang night-shifts! They shouldn't be lawful; / I've only had time to get warm. / I notice the hut's rarely bright, and / The bunk's always cold as a stone, / Except when I go on at night, and / The half-after whistles have blown.