"Rifle inspection in the morning. Our planes out scouting in the Desert in the afternoon."
"Oh this Gallipoli's a wonderful place,
when the lads in the trenches the foe has to face.
But they never murmur, they smile through it all,
for soon they expect Archie Baba to fall,
at least when I asked them this is what they told me,
that in Constantinople they would have a great spree.
But if the War lasts, til doomsday they'll still be,
where Old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea.
That night when we landed I'll never forget,
we came from the beach with our cloth wringing wet,
and although we were soaking right into the skin,
we'd to get picks and shovels and dig ourself in.
We stayed in the rest camp till our togs were dry,
then into the charge on the 12th of July,
and I bet the Old Sixth made the Turks turn @ flee,
where Old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea.
We took several trenches before we did stop,
for we fairly got old Johnny Turk on the hop,
when he saw our bare knees and the tartan we wore,
he turned and fled without asking for more.
He cried Allah, Allah, but that was no use,
the Sixth were determined to take no excuse,
so we gave him the bayonet which means R.I.P,
where Old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea.
While up the trenches wild rumours we hear,
It's enough to make anyone take to the beer,
they tell us that we're going home very soon,
but I'll never believe there's a man in the moon.
They say that in Glasgow they are waiting for us,
and when we get back there will be a great fuss.
But don't you believe you'll spend Hogmanay,
where Old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea.
We don't grow potatoes nor barley nor wheat,
so we are on the lookout for something to eat,
we're fed up with bully @ biscuits @ ham,
and we're sick of the sight of Appricot jam.
We'd like stake @ onions @ fried ham @ eggs,
or a nice big roast chicken with 5 or 6 legs,
and a drink of the stuff that begins with a B,
where Old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea."
"Oh this Gallipoli's a wonderful place,
when the lads in the trenches the foe has to face.
But they never murmur, they smile through it all,
for soon they expect Archie Baba to fall,
at least when I asked them this is what they told me,
that in Constantinople they would have a great spree.
But if the War lasts, til doomsday they'll still be,
where Old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea.
That night when we landed I'll never forget,
we came from the beach with our cloth wringing wet,
and although we were soaking right into the skin,
we'd to get picks and shovels and dig ourself in.
We stayed in the rest camp till our togs were dry,
then into the charge on the 12th of July,
and I bet the Old Sixth made the Turks turn @ flee,
where Old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea.
We took several trenches before we did stop,
for we fairly got old Johnny Turk on the hop,
when he saw our bare knees and the tartan we wore,
he turned and fled without asking for more.
He cried Allah, Allah, but that was no use,
the Sixth were determined to take no excuse,
so we gave him the bayonet which means R.I.P,
where Old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea.
While up the trenches wild rumours we hear,
It's enough to make anyone take to the beer,
they tell us that we're going home very soon,
but I'll never believe there's a man in the moon.
They say that in Glasgow they are waiting for us,
and when we get back there will be a great fuss.
But don't you believe you'll spend Hogmanay,
where Old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea.
We don't grow potatoes nor barley nor wheat,
so we are on the lookout for something to eat,
we're fed up with bully @ biscuits @ ham,
and we're sick of the sight of Appricot jam.
We'd like stake @ onions @ fried ham @ eggs,
or a nice big roast chicken with 5 or 6 legs,
and a drink of the stuff that begins with a B,
where Old Gallipoli sweeps down to the sea."
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