THE TERRITORIAL CAMP
Since ere I joined the Army I’ve had writer’s cramp; All because I was posted To a Territorial camp. We never know from day to day ~ Just what happens next; They’re marching in and marching out It’s no wonder that I’m vexed. No sooner do we complete, their files, And that is no mean feat, We have to start and march them out Their training’s all complete. The very day they enter camp, Our troubles they increase, They seem to take a great delight Disturbing all our peace. There’s always someone on the mat, The crimes I cannot mention; One and all they seem to thrive On seven days’ detention The crime sheets bear the same old names, Although the charges differ, The culprits never seem to mind If the punishments get stiffer.
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Camp News, Volume 3, Issue 118, 17 April 1942, Page 5
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