Joe Turner's Blues

I'm goin' away, babe, just to wear you off my mind;
Yes, I'm goin' away, babe, just to wear you off my mind.
If I stay round here I'll be troubled all the time.

So help me, honey, but I don't love you;
So help me, but I don't love you,
Well, I just don't like them funny old ways you do.

It's rainin' here, babe, stormin' on the sea;
Rainin' here, stormin' on the sea:
You mistreat a good man when you mistreat me....

I'm sorry, babe, sorry to my heart;
Sorry, babe., sorry to my heart;
We're been together so long and non' we're got to part.

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In consequence of an attractive poster advertising a Reunion at Tauherenikau for Servicemen, sixty type* signed the roll and later packed into two buses. The bus drivers were seen to raise their eyebrows in a peculiar manner, but threw into low, and headed North regardless.

At the public works camp, Jupiter Pluvius made with the waterworks, and troops changed into marching order under a downpour, but entertainment was provided by Mr. Wachsner's variations on the tambour d'aisances. Column advanced in open order, leaving a rearguard still struggling including the leader, who was unable to find the way.

The streams were high, but the trip in was uneventful, and made in good time. Dry clothes and a tremendous stew, for which Mr. Higgin and his cookhouse fatigue are to be congratulated, restored enthusiasm, and personnel settled down to some steady niggling on the sack. Meanwhile Prof. Boyd-Wilson and his professional wine-mullers got cracking, and a heavy odour of cloves, spices, and hot wine filled the hut.