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Edward Dyson - Hello, Soldier!
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Back again `n` nothin` missin` barrin` 
   arf a hand, 
Where an Abdul bit me, chokin` in the Holy 
   Land. 
`Struth, they got some dirty fighters in the 
   Moslem pack, 
Bull-nosed slugs their sneakin` snipers spat 
   ters in yer back 
Blows a gapin` sort iv pit in 
What a helephant could sit in. 
Bounced their bullets, if yeh please, 
Like the `oppers in a cheese, 
Off me rubber pelt in droves, 
Moppin` up the other coves. 
So here`s me once more at large in 
Bay-street, Port, a bloomin` Sargin`. 
“Cri, it jumbo.” “Have a beer.” 
“Wot-o, Anzac; you`re a dear.” 

Back once more on Moley`s corner, loafin` like 
   a dook; 
Back on Bourke, me livin` image, not a 
   slinkin` spook; 
Solid ez the day I started, medals on me 
   chest, 
Switchin` with me pert melacca, swankin` 
   with the best 
Where the little wimmen`s flowin`, 
With their veils `n` ribbons blowin`- 
See their eyes of bloo `n` brown 
Butterflyin` `bout the town! 
Back at `ome-oh, `struth, it`s good! 
Long, cold lagers from the wood, 
Ev`ry cobber jumpin` at you, 
Strangers duckin` in to bat you- 
“Good ole Jumbo, how`re you?” 
“`Ello, soldier, howja do?” 

Back at Grillo`s where the nigger googs his 
   whitey eyes, 
Plucks his black ole greasy banjo while the 
   cod-steak fries; 
Fish `n` chips, a pint iv local, and the tidy 
   girl 
Dancin` glad attendance on yeh `zif yeh was 
   an earl; 
Trailin` round the blazin` city, 
Feelin` all content `n` pretty, 
Where the smart procession goes, 
Prinked `n` polished to the shows, 
One among the happy drive- 
`Sworth the world to be alive! 
Dames ez smilin` ez a mother, 
Ev`ry man ver fav`rit brother: 
“`Ello, Jumbo, how is it ?” 
“Arr there, soldier! Good `n` fit?” 

Takin` hozone at St. Kilder`s good enough 
   for me, 
Seein` Summer and the star-blink simmer in 
   the sea; 
Cantin` up me bloomin` cady, toyin` with a 
   cig., 
Blowin` out me pout a little, chattin` wide `n` 
   big 
When there`s skirt around to skite to. 
Say, `oo has a better right to? 
Done me bit `n` done it well, 
Got the tag iv plate to tell; 
Square Gallipoli surviver, 
With a touch iv Colonel`s guyver. 
“Sargin` Jumbo, good ole son!” 
“Soldier, soldier, you`re the one!” 

Back again, a wounded hero, moochin` up `n` 
   down, 
Feelin` `sthough I`d got a fond arf-Nelson on 
   the town; 
Never was so gay, so `elp me, never felt so 
   kind; 
Fresh from `ell a paradise ain`t very hard to 
   find. 
After filth, `n` flies, `n` slaughter 
Fat brown babies in the water, 
Singin` people on the sand 
Makes a boshter Happy Land! 
War what toughened hone `n` hide 
Turned a feller soft inside! 
Great it is, the `earty greetin`s, 
Friendly digs, `n` cheerful meetin`s 
“`Ello, Jumbo, howja do?” 
“Soldier, soldier, how`re you?”
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