Tale of Australia from an American Sailor

This is a poem written by an American Sailor in 1944 when he was serving in Australia with my Cousin, Bill Hunter.

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This is about the Australians from the American sailors:

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Down below the South Pacific

In the sunny Tropic Sea,

There lies a country called Australia,

which once was new to me.

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Since the time that I have been here,

Which is several months or more.

I’ve met the people, learned their ways

And would like my home once more.

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For I’m sick of mates and cobbers,

Trams, pubs and teatime too,

And i’m damned tired of these Aussies

bumming smokes the way they do.

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It’s uncle this,uncle that

More planes, more bombs, more guns

and when the nips are whipped

Don’t ever ask who won

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Cos you will hear the Aussies holler;

“We Anzacs are the ones

Just give me 2 bob and a cigarette,

I’ll tell you how twas done”

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Yes, i’m tired of Australia

and the whole of this Anzac race

If anyone wants to trade

they sure as hell can have my place

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Cos now i’ve seen Australia,

and when this war is won

This bloke is going right back home

and on the bloody run.

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Recited by William Hunter

(aka Bill “Magic 500” Hunter)

for more info on this time period

go to Ozatwar

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