In Egypt's Land.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 7 April 1915, Page 2

In Egypt's Land.

« I'rom Trooper McKain, Jate of Levin, comes a copy ol' verses written by one ot the Australasian troopers and published in a Cairo newspaper. The verses'arc reprinted here for our readers' perusal:— IHO I'GHTS L\ "MENA CAMP. (By the Camp Poet.) We've settled down in Egypt, Tlie land of flies and sand, And tho , the life in rotten, The tinicß we have are grand. We've scaled the -Mighty Pyramids. And travelled , o'er tho plain, \\ e've seen the tombs ol mighty men Jii'tiinied to dust again. Thro' Citadels and Native toivus, Thro' Forts, and Mosijues and. Tower, Ti-aditions speak of great renown, And days of wealth and power. J^^^k But dayis of Pomp have r'roin this fair sunny land, Too long lias Turkey held hei swaj™ Too long she held command. But still the future lies ahead, 'iho day may conic—who knows?— When Egypt's hosts will rally—then, t> , id help our common foes. The Union Jack now flies aloft. Be-speaking British prestige, And under its protecting arm. The land at last at rest is. Australia's Troops have had the task Ol enforcing England's claim, But we've a little more to ask. We Want more of the game. Too dreary is this Hum-Drum life, With Guards and Fat-i-guee, No wonder that our Sergeants bite, And deal in wild abuse. So many men are getting stale, And some are in tho clink, And several more are on the ale, Our only Joy is drink. But putting all our jokes aside, Our lads are doing well, And daily now we wait tlie word, To sail for old "Marseille". And when it conies our song will Australia's in the band. Our effort* must bring honor to, Our dear old .Southern Land. ■ And when the muster roll is called As Home is drawing near. May i-vovy one of you. my lads, He there- to answer "Here!"