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[Page 67]
(a poem inserted here)]
Rations (Tune Wee Doc & Doris)
The brigadier gets turkey
The colonel he gets duck
The officers they get chicken
With a little bit of luck
The sergeants the get eggs
Sometimes a little ham
The poor old b----- private
Gets bread and b----- jam.
Prayer of the troops
Oh Lord if its within thy power
Preserve us from the far third tower
And if it be within thy hands
Please keep us fro off the desert sands.
goats. Everywhere we go, we are accompanied by a sort of second line of transport in the form of hundreds of natives who sell oranges (4 for 1 piastre), lemonade, chewing gum etc. These follow us for miles through the desert carrying sometimes big loads, and it is rather funny the persistence they display in selling their goods when we halt. They are not allowed in the lines and somebody is generally