Rudyard Kipling - Gethsemane lyrics

The Garden called Gethsemane In Picardy it was, And there the people came to see The English soldiers pa**. We used to pa** -- we used to pa** Or halt, as it might be, And ship our masks in case of gas Beyond Gethsemane. The Garden called Gethsemane, It held a pretty la**, But all the time she talked to me I prayed my cup might pa**. The officer sat on the chair, The men lay on the gra**, And all the time we halted there I prayed my cup might pa**. It didn't pa** -- it didn't pa** -- It didn't pa** from me. I drank it when we met the gas Beyond Gethsemane.