FROM ZEITOUN CAMP.

Woodville Examiner, Volume XXVIII, Issue 4627, 14 May 1915, Page 4 (Supplement)

FROM ZEITOUN CAMP.

By the last inau from Egypt a loe.v. lady resident received the” following lines from “one of our boys.” In a covering note, the writer, referring to two photos which he had forwarded, said that they were the latest pictures of “my mate and I, "adding that not all the horses in Egypt could drag them apart. This week’s casualty lists, however, show that Turkish bullets have accomplished what “all the horses in Egypt ooukl not do, .for the name of one of the two is recorded among the missing;— We’ve settled down in Egypt, The land of flies and sand; And tho’ the heat is awful. The times we have are grand. A\o’ve scaled the mighty Pyramids, And travelled o’er the plain; We’ve seen the tombs of mighty men. Then back to -camp again. Through citadels and native towns, Th rough forts and mosques and tower. Tradition speaks of great renown, And days of wealth and power. The days of pomp have passed away From this fair, sunny land; Too long has Turkey held her sway. Too long she’s held command. But still the future lies ahead; The day may come—who knows? When Egypt’s hosts will rally, Then “Gcd help her common foes!” The Union Jack now flies aloft. Bespeaking British prestige. And under its protecting folds, 'Che land at last at rest New Zealand’s troops have had the task Of forcing England’s claim; But we’ve a little more to ask— We want more of the game! Too dreary is this humdrum life. With guards and fatigues (fat-i-gnes) No wonder that our sergeants bite, And deal in ir M ' 1 °buse. But putting all our jokes aside. Our lads are doing well; And daily now we wait the word, To sail for old Marseilles! And when it comes our song will be, “New Zealand is the land. Our efforts must bring honour to Our dear old Southern Land.” And when the muster roll is called, And home is drawing near, May every one of our good lads Be there to answer" Here!”