There were no flags waving
machine guns were blazing
as i went ashore with me hearty old souls
And te tears that i ciried
as we flanked the west side
brought yet more tears to each of our pride
‘More fodder’ the rallying cry from the Turks
[they spoke Turkish, i think thats what they said]
there was no band in the land
that could condone or comprehend
the killing beaches that were bestowed on us
While heroes and villains befall this vile place
It was death for we bumbling minions
and if i had one, for the grace of god i would have prayed
that nobody else should be impinged on
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