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- elsabeattie
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- Army
- Article ID:
- A5749095
- Contributed on:
- 14 September 2005
Lance Corporal Alexander Barr 193 Field Ambulance R.A.S.C.
NO MORE
When this blasted war is o’er
There’s lots of things we just won’t do
Things we’ll want to do no more
I’ll tell you just a few.
No rising at Reveille, no going on P.T.
No blasted Sergeant-Major bawling “Shun”
No more ‘Gilchrist’ stew, and no more half-boiled tea
No more tinned herring, no more NAAFI bun.
No more map reading, no more daily task
No lame-brained corporals trying to impress
No wondering what’s the latest news from ‘Crasc’
And no more scrubbing tables in the mess.
No more inspections, no more D.R.O.’ing
No more drilling, no more cleaning brass
No more bed-making, no more button sewing,
And no more need to fanny for a pass.
No more compelled to shave the face each morning
No more need to ‘Blanco-up’ for guard
No more need to heed the O.C.’s warning
To keep our filthy fag-ends off the yard.
No more details, no more duff
No more lining up for pay
No salutes, we’ve had enough
No more ‘dubbing’ boots each day.
No more waiting for a leave
No more parting from the wife
No more need to fret and grieve
No thinking “What a bleeding life”.
No whitewashing, no spud-bashing
No more haircuts army style
No more trouble through gear-crashing
No more marching many a mile.
No more ‘Jankers’, not to mention
Lots of things we’ll do no more
No. C.B. and no detention
When this blasted war is o’er.
© L/Cpl. Alexander Barr. 193 Field. Ambulance R.A.S.C.
written 30/10/1942
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