RHYMES FOR THE TIMES. The Thin Red Line.

Transit Tramp, Volume 1, Issue 11, 10 June 1944, Page 2

RHYMES FOR THE TIMES. The Thin Red Line.

So you’re lumping your pack and you’re going on back To a job. I don’t blame you for that; 1 And a third of the pay that you earn every day, You, of course, will donate to Nat Pat. You’ll remember the buys, mid the tropical joys, Who on beautiful islands recline, And you’ll murmur a prayer for the buys over there, The boys of the thin red line. There are things that I’ll bet you will never forget. ■3TO forget would be almost a j crime. • There’s the strain and. the h thrill, when you’re thirst I -ing to kill. It’s the devil’s own job kill- | ing time. ■ When you’re watching the cows ! as they lazily browse, I Or you’re shovelling coal in j the mine , . Won’t you murmur a prayer for | the boys over there, I The men of the thin red line. f I i While in bed you recline on a I Sunday and dine 1 On a neal of tomatoes ©nd I . steak

There are men you know well who are fighting like hell, Just trying to keep wide awake. At some far distant date, maybs May US .We’ll be home. Perhaps June ’ *49. , " ; iWon’t you murmur a prayer for i the buys over there, i Old men of the thin red line, i i i — — — — — — j