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by NX30772 - SIMPSON, John Francis (Curly), A/Cpl. - A Company, 9 Platoon

There was a certain Regiment, and not so very old,
Who did a lot of training in climates, hot and cold.
They started off in Tamworth and moved to Bathurst sleet
And now they're in Malaya in the jungle and the heat.

They moved us then to Changi, gave us bed and box,
And one or two unlucky ones met Mr. Joseph Fox.
We went on leave to Singapore, all feeling in the pink
And drank a lot of beer to overcome the stink.

They sent us then up country to fair Batu Pahat,
We've moved about so much, we wonder when the war will start.
By day we work like niggers, at night some letter writing,
And wonder, if we'll ever do a little fighting.

Now 'A' Company is our Company, we think it is the best,
For when it comes to training, we always lead the rest
In Cricket, League and Soccer we figured in the Comps.
Route Marches are too easy, so we go through Mangrove Swamps.

Now in among the Company are a lot of funny blokes,
Although we've often heard of them referred to as soaks,
Sometimes they give us trouble, but it is only now and then,
So here's a verse or two about some of our funny men.

We have a tallish Cpl. by name of Cpl. Stan,
He gets more schools and courses than any other man.
Not long ago he went away to learn of Lyon lighting,
We think we should have kept him here to do some bayonet fighting

Our C.S.M. young Frankie, oft renders an epistle,
And early in the morning, he blows his bloody whistle.
Reveille's hardly finished, when his head comes through the door,
And you can hear him holler, ''All up ‘A' and scrape the floor”.

I know a funny story, but won’t bore you with it's length,
Did you ever know we had a black man on the strength,
Now this is surely history, not known before or since,
For standing right beside me is a Black Malayan Prince.

Now here's three cheers for Arthur Smith, Australia’s greatest cook,
For he can manage anything from hot dogs to a chook.
He hasn't very much to say and work he doesn't dodge,
The greatest worry of his life is watching Albert Hodge.

Now Watty, Korn and Garry are up amongst the heads,
They do most of their ‘I’ work, lying on their beds.
They go out on their bicycles to reconnoitre tracks,
I bet if we could see them they'd be lying on their backs.

We know a lot of loafers, who are not worth a dime,
But there are two in 9 Platoon, the greatest of all time.
They spend their time in drinking beer or chasing someone's daughter,
And now they're sitting on their dots behind a 2” mortar.

We have two whips at digging, Jack Parsons and O'Malley,
And Padre Mills will greet you any evening at the Sally,
And then, of course, Jim Somerville came back the other day,
He's done so much damn talking that we wish he'd stayed away.

We have a senior Sgt, referred to as the 'Q’,
Who spends a lot of time in doing what all Sgts do,
It's good to see him in the field with food for you and me.
We only wish to Christ he'd put more sugar in the tea.

One day a budding N.C.O., who talks a lot of bunk,
Met a Chinese woman, who handed him a monk.
He brought it back to camp and there he tied it to a tree,
And now the little bastard gets more food than you and me.

That is the finish of our song, we don't know any more,
We hope that you've enjoyed it and won't kick us out the door.
We know its rather lengthy from the last verse to the first,
And now we're going to have a drink to satisfy our thirst.

('Curly' Simpson.)

(Source: Curly Simpson - Makan No. 242, July/Sept 1978)


Last updated 28/11/2013