From the Front.

Ellesmere Guardian, Volume XXII, Issue 3822, 2 August 1916, Page 4

From the Front.

The following verses, composed by one of the soldiers in Egypt, were sent to us by Private G. V. Berg :— Sing me to sleep where the bullets fall, Let us forget the war, and al', . Damp is my dug-out, cold are my feet, Nothing but bully and biscuits to eat.

Sing me to sleep where the bombs explode And shrapnel shells are a la mode, Over the sand bags helmets you fiod, Corpses in front of you, lieutenants behind.

Chorus.

Far from Gailipoli I want to be, Wheie Turkish snipers can't snips at me, Think of me standing where Germans creep, Waiting for someone to put me to sleep.

Sing me to steep in some old shed Where the fleas are busy about my bed, Stretched out upon my waterproof, Dodging the raindrops through the roof.

Sing me to sleep, the camp fires glow To a three-course dinner I couldn't say " No," Dreams ot tbe hotel and shops as well, Wishing that a'l the Turks were in "—."

S.cond Chorus

Far from the Lone Pine I long to be, Light of New Z aland I'd rather see, Think of me standing, my guard I must keep; I'd rather have my girl to sing me to sleep.