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I'll make some cheese straws.
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What's the matter with you?
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Nothing much.
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My dad still won't let me enlist.
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Your father has no-one but you.
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Of course he doesn't want you to enlist.
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Who can argue with him?
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So I stand by
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while the lads on the farms and in the gardens go to war.
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Even Thomas is at the front in the Medical Corps.
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Ha, that'll come as a nasty shock.
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Oh, you can make fun of him, Mrs Patmore,