I’m Scared Of It All

I'm Scared Of It All

I’m scared of it all, God’s truth! So I am;
It’s too big and brutal for me.
My nerve’s on the raw and I don’t give a damn
For all the “hoorah” that I see.
I’m pinned between subway and overhead train,
Where automobillies swoop down:
Oh, I want to go back to the timber again—
I’m scared of the terrible town.

Robert Service

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