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[Page 180]

Australia's Army

Oh! a soldier's life is free from care,
He revels in cake and ginger beer;
For the law makes us all teetotallers here,
And a soldier mustn't get balmy.
We're not very clean, I own; but then
A wash isn't very easy when
There are only three taps to a thousand men.
It's a way we've got in the Army.

We get as you know the princely pay
Of five bright shillings for every day;
And I for one, would willingly say
Such a rich reward would charm me,
Were it not for the fact, which is sad but true,
That it's always a fornight overdue –
I swear that I'm not deceiving you –
It's a way we've got in the army.

As the A.I.F., of course, must eat,
We get 'dixies' loaded with wholesome meat;
But they seem to think that I'm so replete
That any more food would harm me.
For I always find – and I'm not alone –
That all that is left is fat and bone;
So I cuddle my empty plate and groan –
It's a way we've got in the Army.

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