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Rating: 3.3

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,

They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
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Benny Boi 13 May 2019

I love this poem, makes me feel good at night.

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Paresh Chakra 11 December 2018

Tommy is a very gorgeous poem

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James Bates 28 November 2008

Tommy Atkins is akin to America's GI Joe. He was the generic name for lower rank English soldiers. The rest of the poem is self explanitory. Tommy was treated badly. He was turned out of the bars and given the worst seats at the theater. But when the nation was at war..... then he was treated like a hero. note: the 'Widow' is Queen Victoria

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