Took them over to his billet,
Gave them steaming tea at midnight,
Like the whitest brand of white man.
Then at seven in the morning
They detrained at Bralo station,
Bleary-eyed, unshaved and grimy.
Went by lorry to the Rest Camp,
Bathed and shaved and had some breakfast,
Felt just like a piece of silver
When it’s made to shine with Goddard’s