And we are homeward bound;
We think about what’s waiting us on shore:
Of the dâks at country stations,
Of the evenings in the club,
And the pleasures of a civy rig once more.
Chorus.
For the ration jam is sweet,
And the ‘bully’ beef is good,
And ‘Machonochie’ is nothing short of prime;
But give me, yes, oh, give me,