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(_Told by the Hospital Orderly_)
At Modder, where I met 'im fust, / I thought as 'ow ole Bill was dead; / A splinter, from a shell wot bust, / 'Ad fetched 'im somewheres in the 'ead; / But there! It takes a deal to kill / Them thick-thatched sort o' blokes like Bill.