NEW CALEDONIAN BLUES.

28th Heavy News, Volume 2, Issue 6, 12 March 1943, Page 4

NEW CALEDONIAN BLUES.

The' ■■’night". 3/,da-l.y/ld ; /nin -f all if fust : , The. isi and’ / drought ■ Me surely ' //.,-x.i "■<. ' ';/ pass -ch ; And as I sit before the ’phones From tents /al* round X hear the -■■■:■ •••'• .tones Of gunners who- are; stationed here; They .-want 55 yin rouge” ; 1 lots of be-r They’re sure 'the' war ccn-t last s’ year/ They -want. .io,. their loved ones - . _ dear- ■/.■'■ ~ And even though some soeptius Jeer/-/■< Their tdies Remain.. the come. ;x?. ■ •; •■ . ‘ ■■ .;,....id" . ‘ Feme want to fight the "Japs ' right : , S. ■' . ;t ' ; ■ .. £••;■.X.r\', ■ru ,' ... ' ;■''. .tod keep, on saying why h ,udw.. . 3© ought to do away 'up noith, . . ’here battle : surge back and ■forth; ■.,' Mie others like the middle sm?t, . ba desert sands they wish to feast, a hey have no fo ar of. aan or beast.,. And .so 'before 1 this ' w-hw ceased ' They feel that they- 'should’ have at ’ /, •'. A //\'h- least, . Some chance of ' winning fame.

•• ’ For many hour /sft lrsy est and -growl For lunch they’d like a tasty fowl They want a change from army mo al c •And every meh tell's how he feels; The single man wants loth of fun, He : s keen to go and use his gun Hsßll bee the Japs are mads to run ’For he could eat a bun; He’ll eat much worse before he’s doner . You 5 11 .. near some follows say Q •*?•?•.. -‘ ./.♦•< ■/ , ; The .married ...thinks -oft of home, . Ho hasp' t■, much ■ desire .to • r am, -... ,/; • //He. 'scorns -rhe tales of fame & glory , Fox him the war holds.-hnt ther story: . Ke - s'ye.fedng’<-. living for -the -.day, ••Than noise and. strife "have passed away, ■/And he can .watch bis children pl or " .Ohlbeachos; lawns, ’midst new me*/, .' ' • ■ r-/:' . hay. . .An d how he’ll love ;to hear them ••• "■/■ eay, ■■ • ’’Please, Daddy. . have a game*,-. ..

every cloud .looks black above., He thinks of cue 5 at home'-’his love, He knows she’ has her troubles too, She needs a husband strong and true To come , and hold her hand at night, Together they can make things right, As side by side they stand and fight, The blackest will soon look bright, And in hie arms he’ll hold her tight, And whisper her sweet name.