In the Soudan desert, ’neath Afric’s fierce sun,
After butchering Arabs, no honour being won;
Worn out by hard marches, we lay on the sand,
And longed for sweet home and our lov’d native land.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home! there’s no place like home!
Tommy Atkins.
Though far from dear England our lot may be cast