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 ai n'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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