W’ere the shells is fallin’ thick,
And Johnny Turk’s machine-guns
Does the interviewin’ trick,
We give ’em all they gave us,
And a bit of interest, too,
But w’y don’t someone tell ’em
We’re just perishin’ for stoo!
We lays down in the open
W’en our “bivvies”[23] isn’t dug,
The rain comes down in rivers,