Item 01: Henry Weston Pryce diary, May 1916-ca. 1918 - Page 42
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[Page 42]
The Lincoln Dirge
Now we'll never see the Oxford any more
And we'll never see the Carlton any more
Anymore, for they've wrecked us on the mud
Far away from every pub
And we can't go navigating anymore.
When old Fremantle came aboard, did he roar
When he shipped us with the niggers to the shore, to the shore
How the Crimson niggers smiled
As in sadness we defiled
With our baggage to the Admiralty store
We were weary and just rotten to the core
We had to climb a million feet or more
Surely more!
Up above the stinkn' town
Where our brothers black & brown
Swung from tree tops by their tails & swore.
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