OUR XMAS BEER
’Tis a sad, sad tale That I hereby tell Of a crate of beer That by the wayside fell. It was a gift to the Sergeant’s mess This bottled Christmas cheer, God bless the Firm that sent it And a prosperous New Year. ’Tis down there at the station, God blimey what a sin The heads will not allow it, So we cannot bring it in. The other camps have wet canteens, But ours, alas, is dry, You either drink their soda pop Or from a thirst you die. They say it is a Terri camp - And they’re under twenty-one, But if they cannot hold their beer Should we let them hold a gun? Our gift is only two pints each, It’s within all moderation, So if we cannot bring it in Let’s drink it at the station.:
—J.P.
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Camp News, Volume 3, Issue 113, 13 March 1942, Page 4
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142OUR XMAS BEER Camp News, Volume 3, Issue 113, 13 March 1942, Page 4
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