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[Page 510]

Sing me to sleep where the bullets fall
Let me forget the War and all
Damp is my dug out & Cold is my feet
Nothing but biscuits & bully to eat
Sing me to sleep where the bombs explode
And Shrapnel bursts are A La Mode.
Over the sandbags helmets you find
Corpses in front of you corpses behind

Refrain
Far Far from Turkey I long to be
Where Turkish Snipers cant pot at me
Think of me crouching where the worms creep
Waiting for someone to sing me to sleep

Sing me to sleep in some old shed
Where the fleas are jumping around my head
Stretched out upon my water proof
Dodging the rain drops through the roof
Sing me to sleep where the camp fires gleam
Full of stale bread and "Cafe a L'eau
Somebodies Dreaming of home & nights in the West
Somebodies hob nail boots on my chest

Refrain
Far from Gallipoli I long to be
Sights of old Sydney I'd rather see
Think of me crouching where the worms creep
Waiting for someone to Sing me to sleep
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