'TALLYVOU'

Guerrilla Gazette, Volume 11, Issue 4, 1 May 1944, Page 3

'TALLYVOU'

*tis a tale of reminiscence That I’m now about to tell, One that’s full of pleasant m entries Of the TALLYVOU HOTEL. GATTY. Dear old friend to all Has gone on HZ leave But just because he’s left us We cannot sit and grieve. The bar is now attended By a ’local’ - name of SACKS But the cause of our excitement Was chiefly WAAFs and WAACs. First when we arrived there B Company had a dinner; A roaring party then ensued Ard made old SKINNY thinner. A farmer came to stop one night E sega na mar am a We nearly took the roof off When he said : ’Oi Lei.’ Turaga.’ ’ Tennis then became the rage We all began to play it; Against the serve of JUICY JUDE We simply couldn't stay it. At this stage in our stay up there We met ’THE FLYING MANAMA’ Who gave her contribution To our little country drama. She introduced us to the WAAFs Ard then began the parties: Wile'Robby plays Johannah Come.’ Sing like Hell me Hearties. Commandos are real specialists In every trick and trade ’ll fix ton s ilit i s Or your liver if it’s frayed. When the MAJOR gets down in the‘Bar He works from Left to Right With a nip from every bottle - But you cannot get him tight. Yet round about the midnight hour His memory fades away; He sanctions more wild parties But doesn’t know next day. ■ Then he starts Commando tactics And points of self-defence - His speciality is Ladies’ wrists Aid overturning Gents. "Give us something Scotch" he calls - But Robby’s not so frisky - ’tis not a song that he requests But a drop of well-aged Whisky. Then MACPHERSON enters Major’s head — Come on there. Don’t reneg — The boss goes on reciting ’bout a fifty gallon keg. And then we left old TALLYVOU With a mighty celebration So tough,that what we need now is A week or two’s vacation.