This bloody spot we're bloody in

Is bloody close to bloody sin,

Six thosand bloody souls jammed in -

Ant its bloody, bloody, bloody.

No bloody 'quan' for bloody pots;

No bloody pay, no bloody cots;

No bloody wives to mend our socks-

Oh - its bloody, bloody, bloody.

No bloody cabs to bloody cuss,

No bloody trams, no bloody bus,

No bloody cars for bloody us.

So its bloody, bloody, bloody

Its bloody far to bloody here

And bloody life is bloody dear

But we'll get home - no bloody fear -

Then its bloody, bloody, bloody.

By: ---

Jay A. Ryan 1st Lt. A.C.

Observer