BROTHER BOB.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume LXX, Issue 146086, 13 October 1916, Page 3

BROTHER 808.

Mine bruder Bob him kot his gun An to to Avar he ko, Hini'ko to krill der brooming Hun, Cause him make dat war you no. / !> have tor goot time in tee'camp, An ten co ter boat. ' i'ripe, ho ter hard case scamp, .Ie act ter brooming goat. After he cot orf der troopship, Dat German hab no chance When Bob cot in ter trenches, Ober dere in France. Might him co into tor trench Mongst orr do shot an shell, Put, by eripe, he help ter French To gib dat German hell. An when dat German, one charge he make, Por two o'clock, I tink tee time, Put Bob him worry much awake Hnd ho ready for do swine. Alight tee German on he come, So Hob tain shooting fast, Put when he krill ter fifty Hun Ten toy stop at rast. Den Hob mate him stand and pecporay, Cause Bob be he so brave, Put just den ho cort tor shrapnel Dat nearly sent him too ter grave. Toy picked up ter pieces .From harf mile round, Ten toy ray dem on der ambulance, But Bob sleeping worry sound. Ton owre him mate <\oy morn him loss Por dey see por Bob no more. Cause him am in ter new wed eros, For his tummy still aking sore. Put Hob him send arong for word To cher dem up a pit, lie say der Germans habent kill me yet, Dough iley cot der hit. And when he kot a pit more strong. An his tummy not so diliy, Den you see him hop along, An lie catch dor Kaiser Billy. —L. KKRK.