THE ARMY
There’s much to be said for the’army, For it makes a man a mouse, For tho’ it achieves nothing else, x hakes you handy about the house.
As a rookie first you’re taught, Just how to make your bed, Two blankets and ground sheet, With no place to lay your head.
Your pa Ilia so is your Tatter stld, A greatcoat your eiderdown, Your gas mask is your pillow, Your wirewove is the ground.
You learn to rise up early, And to shave in water cold, To boil your dirty washing, And darn the sox you’ve holed?
You learn to cut up cauliflowers, And to barber bally spuds, To wash the greasy dixies, And the dishes in the suds.
You learn to run your errands, To refuse them' you’d not dare. You also learn a bootblack’s job, And you certainly learn to swear.
They teach you what a rifle’s for, And. how to keep it clean, Mow to sluice the cookhouse floor, And scrub, out the latrine.
So when this war is over, And you return to civvy life, You’ll make some bald old bachelor, A handy sort of wife.
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Gun Flash, Issue XXIV, 12 June 1943, Page 1
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192THE ARMY Gun Flash, Issue XXIV, 12 June 1943, Page 1
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