The Happy Warrior
(A SOLILOQUY) SOMEWHERE IN THE ANZAC ZONE
In my sandy dug-out by the seaOf Saros beyond Samothrace,I’m as happy as happy can be,And I’m bent upon washing my faceBefore I go into my tea;But the water’s so scarce in this landThat we do all our washing with sand—And wealwayshave sand in our tea.
In my sandy dug-out by the seaOf Saros beyond Samothrace,I’m as happy as happy can be,And I’m bent upon washing my faceBefore I go into my tea;But the water’s so scarce in this landThat we do all our washing with sand—And wealwayshave sand in our tea.
In my sandy dug-out by the seaOf Saros beyond Samothrace,I’m as happy as happy can be,And I’m bent upon washing my faceBefore I go into my tea;But the water’s so scarce in this landThat we do all our washing with sand—And wealwayshave sand in our tea.
In my sandy dug-out by the sea
Of Saros beyond Samothrace,
I’m as happy as happy can be,
And I’m bent upon washing my face
Before I go into my tea;
But the water’s so scarce in this land
That we do all our washing with sand—
And wealwayshave sand in our tea.
D. B.
D. B.
In my fly-filled dug-out by the seaNear Anzac, beyond Samothrace,Both the cook and colonel agreeThat youmusthave some semblance of graceAt breakfast, at dinner, and tea,To prevent you from damning the eyesOf the savage and pestilent flies—For youalwayshave flies in your tea!
In my fly-filled dug-out by the seaNear Anzac, beyond Samothrace,Both the cook and colonel agreeThat youmusthave some semblance of graceAt breakfast, at dinner, and tea,To prevent you from damning the eyesOf the savage and pestilent flies—For youalwayshave flies in your tea!
In my fly-filled dug-out by the seaNear Anzac, beyond Samothrace,Both the cook and colonel agreeThat youmusthave some semblance of graceAt breakfast, at dinner, and tea,To prevent you from damning the eyesOf the savage and pestilent flies—For youalwayshave flies in your tea!
In my fly-filled dug-out by the sea
Near Anzac, beyond Samothrace,
Both the cook and colonel agree
That youmusthave some semblance of grace
At breakfast, at dinner, and tea,
To prevent you from damning the eyes
Of the savage and pestilent flies—
For youalwayshave flies in your tea!
D. B.
In my shell-swept dug-out by the seaOf Saros, beyond Samothrace,I’m as happy as happy can be,Tho’ the shrapnel comes flying apaceOver moorland and mountain and lea—For I wish you to quite understand,Tho’ the hens have vacated the land,Yet wealwayshave shells with our tea!
In my shell-swept dug-out by the seaOf Saros, beyond Samothrace,I’m as happy as happy can be,Tho’ the shrapnel comes flying apaceOver moorland and mountain and lea—For I wish you to quite understand,Tho’ the hens have vacated the land,Yet wealwayshave shells with our tea!
In my shell-swept dug-out by the seaOf Saros, beyond Samothrace,I’m as happy as happy can be,Tho’ the shrapnel comes flying apaceOver moorland and mountain and lea—For I wish you to quite understand,Tho’ the hens have vacated the land,Yet wealwayshave shells with our tea!
In my shell-swept dug-out by the sea
Of Saros, beyond Samothrace,
I’m as happy as happy can be,
Tho’ the shrapnel comes flying apace
Over moorland and mountain and lea—
For I wish you to quite understand,
Tho’ the hens have vacated the land,
Yet wealwayshave shells with our tea!