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Story of the 34th

Cobbers—You An' Me

Cobbers—You An' Me

I dunno as I've got much to tell yer
There aint much on around 'ere
But I reckoned I'd drop yer a letter
As they say, to wish yer good cheer.

Well I aint much good at this writin
But I just got the thought in my 'ead
That there's much as we've all got in common
If it's jungle, or desert instead.

Now we all is part of the army
An' it's just sort of luck where yer go
I landed this 'ere stinkin jungle
Ton, the desert and Italy's snow.

Well, the point I'm strivin at makin
Is whether we're Two Div or Three
We're Kiwis alike, aint we feller
An cobbers, eh—you an me?

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Remember them days in New Zealand.
(A long time ago it seems now)
When all of us jokers was drillin
Bit strange after pushin a plough.

Well there's much that 'as 'appened since them days
It won't seem the same when we're back
Poor ole Harry was chasin them Zeros
Till he ran into some enemy flak.

An remember me young kid brother
That bloke with the comical smile
I was with 'I am, poor foe, when 'e stopped it
I felt sort of bad for a while.

Well, I guess that's all as I knows of
'Cept I copped one myself t'other day
An I'm writing this note on a troopship
To tell yer me one arm's OK.

It's all in the game ole timer
An whether we're two Div or Three
We're Kiwis alike, aint we feller
An cobbers, eh—you an me?