Slim Pitts WX7626
On arrival at Woodside Camp, SA
We come from the West where the beer is best, parlez vous
Our Camp was better than all the rest parlez vous
We came over here and God knows why
Unless they brought us here to die, inky pinky parlez vous.
God stiffen the crows we bloody near froze parlez vous
With a barking cough and a running nose parlez vous
If we stay much longer I’ll bet you’ll see
We’ll all end up in the R.A.P. inky pinky parlez vous.
They tell us its colder in months ahead parlez vous
If we don’t want to finish up all in bed parlez vous
We will be getting around in leather vests
With flannel protectors on our chests. inky pinky parlez vous
We were all so glad when we went away parlez vous
From Northam Camp in W.A., parlez vous
How one and all of our thousand men
Are wishing to God they were back again. Inky pinky parlous vous.