MY ANZAC HOME
Come and see my little dug-out—way up on the hill it stands,Where I can get a lovely view of Anzac’s golden sands;When “Beachy Bill” is shelling, I can see just where he lands,From my cosy little dug-out on the hill.It isn’t quite as roomy as the mansions of the Tsar;From sitting-room to bedroom is not so very far,For the dining- and the smoking-room you stay just where you are,In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.The fleas they wander nightly, as soon as I’ve undressed,And after many weary hunts I’ve had to give them best.As the ants have also found it, there is very little restIn my cosy little dug-out on the hill.I’ve a natty little cupboard, and it looks so very nice,’Twas made to keep my bread and jam, my bacon and my rice;But now it’s nothing other than a home for orphan’d mice,In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.There is no electric lighting in this blighted land of war,So I use some fat in syrup tins, and stand it on the floor—And when it’s working overtime I sweat from every pore,In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.When the nights are clear and starry—then the scene is beautifiedBy the silvery gleams and shadows that across the mountain glide;But if it’s wet and stormy—well, I go to sleep outsideOf my cosy little dug-out on the hill.[19]When the time comes round for parting from my little eight by four,And I can get a good night’s rest without a back that’s sore,Well—perhapssome day I’ll miss you, and will long to live once moreIn the little cosy dug-out on the hill.Corpl.George L. Smith,24th Sanitary Section, R.A.M.C.T.
Come and see my little dug-out—way up on the hill it stands,Where I can get a lovely view of Anzac’s golden sands;When “Beachy Bill” is shelling, I can see just where he lands,From my cosy little dug-out on the hill.It isn’t quite as roomy as the mansions of the Tsar;From sitting-room to bedroom is not so very far,For the dining- and the smoking-room you stay just where you are,In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.The fleas they wander nightly, as soon as I’ve undressed,And after many weary hunts I’ve had to give them best.As the ants have also found it, there is very little restIn my cosy little dug-out on the hill.I’ve a natty little cupboard, and it looks so very nice,’Twas made to keep my bread and jam, my bacon and my rice;But now it’s nothing other than a home for orphan’d mice,In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.There is no electric lighting in this blighted land of war,So I use some fat in syrup tins, and stand it on the floor—And when it’s working overtime I sweat from every pore,In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.When the nights are clear and starry—then the scene is beautifiedBy the silvery gleams and shadows that across the mountain glide;But if it’s wet and stormy—well, I go to sleep outsideOf my cosy little dug-out on the hill.[19]When the time comes round for parting from my little eight by four,And I can get a good night’s rest without a back that’s sore,Well—perhapssome day I’ll miss you, and will long to live once moreIn the little cosy dug-out on the hill.Corpl.George L. Smith,24th Sanitary Section, R.A.M.C.T.
Come and see my little dug-out—way up on the hill it stands,Where I can get a lovely view of Anzac’s golden sands;When “Beachy Bill” is shelling, I can see just where he lands,From my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
Come and see my little dug-out—way up on the hill it stands,
Where I can get a lovely view of Anzac’s golden sands;
When “Beachy Bill” is shelling, I can see just where he lands,
From my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
It isn’t quite as roomy as the mansions of the Tsar;From sitting-room to bedroom is not so very far,For the dining- and the smoking-room you stay just where you are,In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
It isn’t quite as roomy as the mansions of the Tsar;
From sitting-room to bedroom is not so very far,
For the dining- and the smoking-room you stay just where you are,
In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
The fleas they wander nightly, as soon as I’ve undressed,And after many weary hunts I’ve had to give them best.As the ants have also found it, there is very little restIn my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
The fleas they wander nightly, as soon as I’ve undressed,
And after many weary hunts I’ve had to give them best.
As the ants have also found it, there is very little rest
In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
I’ve a natty little cupboard, and it looks so very nice,’Twas made to keep my bread and jam, my bacon and my rice;But now it’s nothing other than a home for orphan’d mice,In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
I’ve a natty little cupboard, and it looks so very nice,
’Twas made to keep my bread and jam, my bacon and my rice;
But now it’s nothing other than a home for orphan’d mice,
In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
There is no electric lighting in this blighted land of war,So I use some fat in syrup tins, and stand it on the floor—And when it’s working overtime I sweat from every pore,In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
There is no electric lighting in this blighted land of war,
So I use some fat in syrup tins, and stand it on the floor—
And when it’s working overtime I sweat from every pore,
In my cosy little dug-out on the hill.
When the nights are clear and starry—then the scene is beautifiedBy the silvery gleams and shadows that across the mountain glide;But if it’s wet and stormy—well, I go to sleep outsideOf my cosy little dug-out on the hill.[19]
When the nights are clear and starry—then the scene is beautified
By the silvery gleams and shadows that across the mountain glide;
But if it’s wet and stormy—well, I go to sleep outside
Of my cosy little dug-out on the hill.[19]
When the time comes round for parting from my little eight by four,And I can get a good night’s rest without a back that’s sore,Well—perhapssome day I’ll miss you, and will long to live once moreIn the little cosy dug-out on the hill.
When the time comes round for parting from my little eight by four,
And I can get a good night’s rest without a back that’s sore,
Well—perhapssome day I’ll miss you, and will long to live once more
In the little cosy dug-out on the hill.
Corpl.George L. Smith,24th Sanitary Section, R.A.M.C.T.
Corpl.George L. Smith,
24th Sanitary Section, R.A.M.C.T.
FOOTNOTES:[19]The roof of a dug-out, as usually designed, is a device for keeping the shrapnel out and letting the water in.
[19]The roof of a dug-out, as usually designed, is a device for keeping the shrapnel out and letting the water in.
[19]The roof of a dug-out, as usually designed, is a device for keeping the shrapnel out and letting the water in.