A LETTER HOME.

Serial Waves, 14 September 1940, Page 5

A LETTER HOME.

(Tune — “Wrap me up in my old Stable - Jacket”) Dear Mum, , We’re at sea on a transport The boys think it rather good fun• The transport’s the same as we left on ; The Censors on board must be dumb. (Chorus) A soldier leads mostly a dog's life He works hard from daylight till dark And from four until five is the one time He ever gets off for a lark. Our medical wallahs are frightful, They scratch and they stab quite a lot• I’ve ached with their damned vaccination, I’ve swooned on the deck with tet prop. The nurses on board here are swell, dear, There’s Andy and Cally with stripes—• Its the truth, dear, (you’ll never believe it) There’s one girl in kilts plays the pipes. We recently held an inspection Of privates and N. C. Os. too I’ll bet had the officers been there The quacks would have found one or two. One Shuttleworth, dear, is the Colonel, Of course he should be in this song But I can’t find a rhyme for his name, dear, I guess, dear, its just too too long. The nurs’ry is filled now with measles— Its surely a childish complaint, But with mumps complications its different — A picture no artist could paint. The* .drew alongside, dear, We at least thought there must be a Boche, When the rocket came hurtling across, dear, It only contained old Bill’s watch. ; - < * (Sorry, but you should know better than to mention the name of a ship— Censor.)

The day that this damned war is over Will be most eventful for me, With my fingers to nose at the Colonel, And Duigan, Sir John, G. O. C.

The officers here have a drink dear With water lime juice and some gin, The nobs on their levers are frightful Their stomachs are now lined up with tin.

We are midway between the two poles dear I can say the name of the place But neptunes been on with his gang dear The sun takes the peel off my face.

The Padres on board here are grand dear There’s Buck Mac and one Father Hen We all like their blasts when they give them And their offsiders from the Y.M.

You all know our medical Colonel With D. 5.0., M.C. and Bar The Bar we all know is between decks You should read the rules—Pat Ardagh.