Christmas greetings for our soldiers
My little dug-out in the east
(parody to the tune-My Little Gray Home in the West)
In my little dug-out in the East,
Where of shrapnel, we get such a feast,
There is lyddite galore
And shells by the score,
How the h___ can a man live in peace,
We have biscuits, and bully, and jam.
And for the Turks, we don't care a d___
But, with shells in the air,
There's no place can compare
With my little dug-out in the East.
There are spiders to welcome me in,
And beetles that sit up and hiss,
There are glow-worms that shine
And ants in a line
And other things that you all miss;
It's a corner of Turkey, itself.
And to me, 'tis a haven of rest,
When the guns roar on top,
It's a very safe spot,
In my little dug-out in the East.
