30 Jun 1942, Additional notes

The Charge of the Rice Brigade (Continued)

No boots, no socks,
Ambling round on wooden blocks,
Little towels to hide their C....
On ten ounces a day approx

No fags, no beer,
Beri-beri, Diarrhoea,
Sore throat, Pyorrhoea,
You can catch anything here.
Good old Five Thousand.

No more Bars or Dancing Halls,
No more pictures on the walls,
No more skin left on their b....
Who shall excel them?

Watching, waiting for supplies,
George had promised a surprise,
Lord, how that bastard lies,
Where's the Blue Waggon.

Grasset's near with tons of fags,
NAAFI cakes done up in bags,
And all the lovely Wanchai Hags,
To cheer the Five Thousand.

No more early morning teas,
Plenty of obscenities,
No more amenities,
No Fags or Parcels,

We're in a lousy plight,
We're not allowed to fight,
Can't sleep outside at night,
Aren't we happy.

In a bed with fifty others,
Dreams of pies made just like mother's
One man farts and nearly smothers
The rest of the Five Thousand

Branded with the Mark of Cain
Carrying the can again
Always p... down with rain
Spoiling all the fag ends

Bravely fighting Chinese lice
Hong Kong rats and Kowloon mice
Eating rat shit with our rice
Gallant Five Thousand

Where oh where is Churchill's blitz
This aint no bloody Ritz
Fall out the men with shits
Who pinched the flour?

Not for them to act the goat
Theirs to answer the bugle's note
Every man with smokers throat
Roll on that bloody boat
Or there won't be Five Thousand