MR. AEROPLANE
(With compliments to the R.N.A.S. in the Dardanelles)
Hurrah for Mr. Aeroplane,A-sailin’ in the blue;I’m glad to see you up again—Me compliments to you.I’m Tommy Brown, Australian,Who’s fightin’ here on land;An’, strike me, Mr. Flyin’ Man,I’d like to shake your hand.Sometimes I feel I’d like to streakBeside you in the sky;An’ then my nerves go all a-shakeTo think you’re up so high.By jingo! how your bloomin’ gritMust make old Jacko dance;An’ don’t he fuss to make a hit,When given half a chance.But on you go inquirin’,As if the job were fun,An’ Jacko was a-firin’A nipper’s toy popgun.
Hurrah for Mr. Aeroplane,A-sailin’ in the blue;I’m glad to see you up again—Me compliments to you.I’m Tommy Brown, Australian,Who’s fightin’ here on land;An’, strike me, Mr. Flyin’ Man,I’d like to shake your hand.Sometimes I feel I’d like to streakBeside you in the sky;An’ then my nerves go all a-shakeTo think you’re up so high.By jingo! how your bloomin’ gritMust make old Jacko dance;An’ don’t he fuss to make a hit,When given half a chance.But on you go inquirin’,As if the job were fun,An’ Jacko was a-firin’A nipper’s toy popgun.
Hurrah for Mr. Aeroplane,A-sailin’ in the blue;I’m glad to see you up again—Me compliments to you.
Hurrah for Mr. Aeroplane,
A-sailin’ in the blue;
I’m glad to see you up again—
Me compliments to you.
I’m Tommy Brown, Australian,Who’s fightin’ here on land;An’, strike me, Mr. Flyin’ Man,I’d like to shake your hand.
I’m Tommy Brown, Australian,
Who’s fightin’ here on land;
An’, strike me, Mr. Flyin’ Man,
I’d like to shake your hand.
Sometimes I feel I’d like to streakBeside you in the sky;An’ then my nerves go all a-shakeTo think you’re up so high.
Sometimes I feel I’d like to streak
Beside you in the sky;
An’ then my nerves go all a-shake
To think you’re up so high.
By jingo! how your bloomin’ gritMust make old Jacko dance;An’ don’t he fuss to make a hit,When given half a chance.
By jingo! how your bloomin’ grit
Must make old Jacko dance;
An’ don’t he fuss to make a hit,
When given half a chance.
But on you go inquirin’,As if the job were fun,An’ Jacko was a-firin’A nipper’s toy popgun.
But on you go inquirin’,
As if the job were fun,
An’ Jacko was a-firin’
A nipper’s toy popgun.
Airplane and bullets
You give the battleships the wink,They gets their guns to bear;An’ then—oh, strike me blue an’ pink—Then don’t the Turkies swear!Ah, well—beyond the hills you go;We wish you best o’ luck.Remember, all the boys belowEnjoy your bloomin’ pluck.H. G. Garland,16th Aust. Battalion.
You give the battleships the wink,They gets their guns to bear;An’ then—oh, strike me blue an’ pink—Then don’t the Turkies swear!Ah, well—beyond the hills you go;We wish you best o’ luck.Remember, all the boys belowEnjoy your bloomin’ pluck.H. G. Garland,16th Aust. Battalion.
You give the battleships the wink,They gets their guns to bear;An’ then—oh, strike me blue an’ pink—Then don’t the Turkies swear!
You give the battleships the wink,
They gets their guns to bear;
An’ then—oh, strike me blue an’ pink—
Then don’t the Turkies swear!
Ah, well—beyond the hills you go;We wish you best o’ luck.Remember, all the boys belowEnjoy your bloomin’ pluck.
Ah, well—beyond the hills you go;
We wish you best o’ luck.
Remember, all the boys below
Enjoy your bloomin’ pluck.
H. G. Garland,16th Aust. Battalion.
H. G. Garland,
16th Aust. Battalion.