| | От | VLADIMIR |  |
| К | All | |
| Дата | 19.12.2003 17:02:24 |  |
| Рубрики | WWII; |  |
Грустная песня австралийских солдат про нехороших американцев
The Yanks Back Home
Way out in the Western Desert, sharing holes with flies and fleas, Sweats a mob of cursing Diggers, known as Ali Baba's Thieves.
When they left their land, Australia, for Egypt's foreign shores,
They were met with cries of'Diggah! Fight like hell for freedom's cause.'
Those at home, as information of their doings filtered through, Basked in their reflected glory - 'Look what ANZAC's sons can do I'
Now as Nippon's sons came nearer, Yankee doughboys filled their land, And the people quickly forgetting, worship troops from foreign lands.
'We must entertain these soldiers from this mighty dollar land.
'We must give them brighter Sundays, we must give them hot-dog stands.
'They are here where danger mocks us, not in Egypt's foreign clime, 'They are here and they'll protect us. Let us give them a good time.'
So the Digger in the desert reads his three-months'-old Melbourne Sun, Where it states the Yanks considered his cities are graveyards and have no fun.
Reads McArthur, their homeland's kingpin threatens Japs with merry hell, And the people are rejoicing: 'Dougie threatens! All is well.'
Leagues away the Ninth Division, also known as Tobruk Rats,
Move once more to desert stations, once more fronting Deutschland's cracks.
Not for them those brighter Sundays, not for them those victory molls. Only Spandau's deadly laughter and the Stuka's screaming hell. J
Then to hell with those who ditched us, and o'er many a rationed bar, We shall tell how we toured Egypt, while the Yankies fought the war.
С уважением, ВЛАДИМИР