'Goodbye to all That,' and that

Gathered some pictures of all those lads

With their faces half burnt off from the 'War in the Sun',

I left a large number of nondescript envelopes,

Filled with these pictures, 
On the doorsteps of relevant people's houses,

I think they were all happy,

They wanted my Robert Graves book,

I'd sooner burn off my own face than part with it,

Faceless, I see now, how the Boche is dead, and so is the Cow,