Gallipoli

Gallipoli and the Dardanelles,
Achi Baba and Sedd-ul-Bahr,
Salt Lake and Scimitar Hill.

Kitchener, Willmer, Fisher,
Hampshire, Lancashire, Ayrshire,
Gurkha, Mustapha, Suvla,

Sitwell and Stopford,
Ross and Cromarty,
Hamilton and Braithwaite.

Monash, Morto, Murdoch,
Keyes, Keysor, Krithia,
Pope's, Punjabis, Paris.

Twelve Tree Copse and Redoubt,
Gully Ravine and Anzac,
The Vineyard and Courtney's.

de Lisle, de Robeck, de Tott's.
Rounds, rifles, reinforcements,
shortages, shortages, shortages!

Disease, death, debacle and defeat.
Homeric heroism remembered and revered,
alive, sacred, forever and ever.

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Club Do is Looming

Below is the date of the next Regimental Club Reunion at The Royal Sailors Home Club, Queens Street, Portsmouth
Saturday 22 March 2008
dont forget the Prelims in the Hogs Head and Bucket (now the Surrey Arms)

The Farmers boy

The sun had set beyond yon hill,
Across the dreary moor,
When weary and lame, a boy there came,
Up to the farmer's door,
"Can you tell me whe'ere I be,
And one that will me employ,"

To plough and sow, to reap and mow,
And be a farmer's boy,
And be a farmer's boy?

The farmer's wife cried "Try the lad,
Let him no longer seek".
"Yes Father do" the Daughter cried,
While the tears rolled down her cheek:
"For those who would work, 'tis hard to want
And wander for employ".

Don't let him go, but let him stay,
And be a farmer's boy,
And be a farmer's boy?

The Farmer's Boy grew up a man,
And the good old couple died,
They left the lad the farm they had,
And the daughter for his bride;
Now the lad that was, the farm now has,
Oft he thinks and smiles with joy.

Oh, happy day he came that way,
To be a Farmer's Boy,
To be a Farmer's Boy.