This poem is one of eight by Cpl. D. Nevitt recorded in Robert Dickinson’s diary, “Servigliano Calling.”

The Fireside Fusiliers

LISTEN!, while I tell you a story,
Of interest to you and to me,
Of a bunch of spineless cowards,
Away across the sea,
They fear the tanks and guns of war,
They shed no blood or tears,
They’re Conscientious Objectors,
The Fireside Fusiliers.

While there’s women in the navy,
In the army and air-force too,
These men are only found in jobs,
Where there’s no fighting to do
There ranks have been growing daily,
And now, just after two years,
You’ll find there’s fifty-thousand or so,
Of these Fireside Fusiliers.

I believe they’ve a special medal,
It’s one they can call their own,
Painted a bright gleaming yellow,
Designed by the women at home,
Its centre’s a crest of white feathers,
Surrounded by cold feet, it appears,
And their motto “Self-preservation,”
That’s the Fireside Fusiliers.

While their country has need of all men,
On “religious grounds”, keep from the fray,
And despite the serious position,
Enjoy home-comfort each day,
When Jerry has been defeated,
They’ll flourish their souvenirs,
Then tell you how they won them,
These Fireside Fusiliers.

Daily our seamen risk their lives,
To bring their rations through,
For remember there’s fifty-thousand,
Not just one or two,
But when this war is over,
You can regard these men with sneers,
For you’ve done your bit, and theirs, my boys,
The Fireside Fusiliers

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