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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Singing Soldiers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,<br>An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the breeze <br>Jist a bit o' 'Bonnie Mary' or 'Long Way to Tipperary' <br>Then I know I'm in Australia, took an' planted overseas.<br>They've bin up agin it solid since we crossed the flamin' foam;<br>But they're singin' - alwiz singin' - since we left the wharf at 'ome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, it's 'On the Mississippi' or 'Me Grey 'Ome in the West.'<br>If it's death an' 'ell nex' minute they must git it orf their chest.<br>'Ere's a snatch o' 'When yer Roamin' - When yer Roamin' in the Gloamin'.'<br>'Struth! The first time that I 'eard it, wiv me 'ead on Rosie's breast,<br>We wus comin' frum a picnic in a Ferntree Gully train . . .<br>But the shrapnel made the music when I 'eard it sung again.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I gits it straight frum Ginger in 'is letter 'ome to me,<br>On a dirty scrap o' paper wiv the writin' 'ard to see.<br>'Strike!' sez 'e. 'It sounds like skitin'; but they're singin' while <br>they're fightin';<br>An' they socks it into Abdul to the toon o' 'Nancy Lee'.<br>An' I seen a bloke this mornin' wiv 'is arm blown to a rag,<br>'Ummin' 'Break the Noos to Mother', w'ile 'e sucked a soothin' fag.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, the British Tommy curses, an' the French does fancy stunts,<br>An' the Turk 'e 'owls to Aller, an' the Gurkha grins an' grunts;<br>But our boys is singin', singin', while the blinded shells is flingin'<br>Mud an' death inter the trenches in them 'eavens called the Fronts.<br>An' I guess their souls keep singin' when they gits the tip to go . . .'<br>So I gits it, straight frum Ginger; an', Gawstruth! 'e ort to know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' 'is letter gits me thinkin' when I read sich tales as these,<br>An' I takes a look around me at the paddicks an' the trees;<br>When I 'ears the thrushes trillin', when I 'ear the magpies fillin'<br>All the air frum earth to 'eaven wiv their careless melerdies <br>It's the sunshine uv the country, caught an' turned to bonzer notes;<br> It's the sunbeams changed to music pourin' frum a thousand throats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can a soljer 'elp 'is singin' when 'e's born in sich a land?<br>Wiv the sunshine an' the music pourin' out on ev'ry 'and;<br>Where the very air is singin', an' each breeze that blows is bringin'<br>'Armony an' mirth an' music fit to beat the 'blazin' band.<br>On the march, an' in the trenches, when a swingin' chorus starts,<br>They are pourin' bottled sunshine of their 'Omeland frum their 'earts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O I've 'eard it, Lord, I've 'eard it since the days when I wus young,<br>On the beach an' in the bar-room, in the bush I've 'eard it sung;<br>'Belle Mahone' an' 'Annie Laurie,' 'Sweet Marie' to 'Tobermory,'<br>Common toons and common voices, but I've 'eard 'em when they rung<br>Wiv full, 'appy 'earts be'ind 'em, careless as a thrush's song <br>Wiv me arm around me cliner, an' me notions fur frum wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they growed wiv 'earts a-singin' since the days uv careless kids;<br>Beefin' out an 'appy chorus jist when Mother Nacher bids;<br>Singin', wiv their notes a-quiver, 'Down upon the Swanee River,'<br>Them's sich times I'd not be sellin' fer a stack uv golden quids.<br>An' they're singin', still they're singin', to the sound uv guns an' drums,<br> As they sung one golden Springtime underneath the wavin' gums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they socked it to the Southland wiv our sunny boys aboard<br>Them that stopped a dam torpeder, an' a knock-out punch wus scored;<br>Tho' their 'ope o' life grew murky, wiv the ship 'ead over turkey,<br>Dread o' death an' fear o' drownin' wus jist trifles they ignored.<br>They spat out the blarsted ocean, an' they filled 'emselves wiv air,<br>An' they passed along the chorus of 'Australia will be There'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, they sung it in the water; an' a bloke aboard a ship<br>Sez 'e knoo they wus Australians be the way thev give it lip <br>Sung it to the soothin' motion of the dam devourin' ocean<br>Like a crowd o' seaside trippers in to 'ave a little dip.<br>When I 'card that tale, I tell yeh, straight, I sort o' felt a choke;<br>Fer I seemed to 'ear 'em singin', an' I know that sort o' bloke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, I know 'im; so I seen 'im, barrackin' Eternity.<br>An' the land that 'e wus born in is the land that mothered me.<br>Strike! I ain't no sniv'lin' blighter; but I own me eyes git brighter<br>When I see 'em pokin' mullock at the everlastin' sea:<br>When I 'ear 'em mockin' terror wiv a merry slab o' mirth,<br> 'Ell! I'm proud I bin to gaol^ in sich a land as give 'em birth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv the bullets droppin' near,'<br>Writes ole Ginger; 'an' a chorus smacks me in the flamin' ear:<br>P'raps a song that Rickards billed, or p'raps a line o' Waltz Matilder',<br>Then I feel I'm in Australia, took an' shifted over 'ere.<br>Till the music sort o' gits me, an' I lets me top notes roam<br>While I treats the gentle foeman to a chunk uv 'Ome, Sweet 'Ome'.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They wus singin' on the troopship, they wus singin' in the train;<br>When they left their land be'ind 'em they wus shoutin' a refrain,<br>An' I'll bet they 'ave a chorus, gay an' glad in greetin' for us,<br>When their bit uv scappin's over, an' they lob back 'ome again. . .<br>An' the blokes that ain't returnin' - blokes that's paid the biggest price,<br>They go singin', singin', singin' to the Gates uv Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the breeze 
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Then I know I'm in Australia, took an' planted overseas.
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