A TALE – OR TWO DITTIES

Serial Waves, Volume 2, Issue 6, 26 September 1940, Page 3

A TALE - OR TWO DITTIES

1914 Version - Supplied by an Officer of Service in two wars. Who was it said, its pay day now, Fall out,you chaps and make less row. And don’t forget to sign for your dough. The Ser eant Major. Who was it after pay day said * Don’t blankety blank,don’t go to bed Let’s paint the town a crimson red My cobber. Who was it led us on our way For drinks for which we could not pay find robbed us,lam grieved to say The Mademoiselle. Who was it found us out of bounds While after dark while on their rounds And ran us in, the dirty hounds The military police. Who was it we came up before Feeling weary and headsore Who’d heard our well pitched yarn before The Officer Commanding. Who was it we went up to see Who told us he could plainly see We were not worth a tinker’s D And gave us 14 days C B The Colonel. And as we toil in grievous pain Who’ll never dream of raising Cain Who’ll never do the same again We won’t. But when pay day comes round, you know, Who is it then will fear no foe And have another ding-dong go * I wonder!

1940 Version - Of Local Manufacture. Who was the Aussie, run to earth In some blue or.red light in Perth To whom our Mr C gave berth? The B G E. / ' ’■ " » - ' . ' Who was it, seeking to convince In argument, used army mince, Though he has not been heard of since, Angus Mac G. Who, after pay, made the remark ’’She’s tight”- and met her after dark (Blurt c ’ ly, I should remark) . The Regimental Mouse. Who, thinking ’’spots” were all too few Caught measles, and displayed to view A full battalion, if not two - And did he grouse? ’ Who was it we came up before One day when' our right foot felt sore Who gives our toes their manicure? Wilson - chiropodist. Who was it, Mr Tomlinson, When x x l s,tropic storm was on Went up aloft with nothing on - Was raindrop kissed? That bundle small of lusciousness In brown fur coat - and yet undress • Made for a cuddle or caress - Our monk - deceased. •.' 'i ’■ " •' '' Who is it who would never fail To bind your wounds (or drink your ale Ac/Ac alarm, take Cover, Dale. ••••«• ....This bunk has ceased’