Lucky Tim

[Geoff S]

TIMOTHY HOGG was a bold Camelier

From the land of the setting sun;

And the girls gave Timmy a rousing cheer

When he started to mop up the Hun.

He trekked over Egypt and Sinai;

He led the Jacko’s a dance,

And he gleefully cried, as he winked his eye:

“I’m lucky I’m not in France.”

When Abdul came with a mighty charge,

And Romani was fought and won,

Tim stopped some shrapnel, good and large;

For a while his work was done.

They packed him of with his blood soaked gear

In a ricketty ambulance;

But the driver laughed, as the shells dropped near:

“We’re lucky we’re not in France.”

At Rafa and Maghdaba, Timothy fought,

Got a holiday wound as well

“It’s not such a joke as the home folk thought

For Jacko can fight like hell.”

He opened his mail in careless glee,

Then swore, and looked askance.

Said his “bint” and his Ma, and his sisters three:

“You’re lucky you’re not in France.

At Gaza’s heights the Light Horse dashed,

Our Cameliers charged in vain:

The Welsh were slaughtered, Scots were smashed;

In the Wadi blood flowed like rain.

Then Tim heard an officer – who at Mons

Had stemmed the Huns’ advance-

Exclaim, amid the roar of the murdering guns,

“I wish I was back in France”

by “Trooper Bluegum” (Oliver Hogue)