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![]() PARACHUTE TO MYITKYINA Doucely decorously dying for the Roman patria Was quite a different business from floating down on Myitkyina Floating down to gloating devils crazy-drunk with Dai Nippon, Is not the kind of deatb which we brave or not, can dwell upon. Dying with a solid bullet in a battle hot and clean Is very different from descending blind, into the dead obscene. Doucely decorously dying heroes of the past became Mortal gods of state and nation They died well, But not of-shame - P.M.A.L. |
THE HOOGHLY HORRORS Oh, it aint the bloody 'Ooghly It's the stinking 'Astings Mill What gives a man the 'orrors 'Til 'e's more than merely ill. The beasty river's bad enough With bodies floating by Christ, a man don't 'ardly know Whether to live or die! But when the jute dust starts to blow And mosquitoes get THAT thick A man is licked before he starts And 's gets the 'orrors quick. No it aint the bloody 'Ooghly It's the stinking 'Astings Mill What makes a man so crazy mad 'E wants to rape and kill The lights stay on; latrines don't work We are lined up six feet deep The only thing to save a man Would be a bit of sleep |
But all around 'e 'ears the cries Of mortals in great pain; They've got the 'Ooghly 'Orrors And it's all a bleeding shame No it aint the bloody 'Ooghly It's the stinking 'Astings Mill That made us all give up our ghost We'd more than 'ad our fill There aint no charge for dysentery And the fever's strictly free There's all the comforts of a 'ome in 'Ell And 'eat in the syme degree We're mor than slightly crowded And we're slowly going mad We'll never forget ole 'Astings It's the worst we ever 'ad No it aint the bloody 'Ooghly It's the stinking 'Astings Mill That makes us long for 'Oorijan And wish we were there still. - Anonymous |
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