Bob Semple's Fusiliers

We are Bob Semple's soldiers, New; Zealand's infantry,
We'd fight for King and country, but they sent us to Fiji;
There's fighting on in Egypt, but it's safer here by far—
To hell with King and country, we'll defend the CSR.

There's flies and ants and toads here and bugs that bite at night,
You'd never think to see us now, that we'd come here to fight.
The worker stands behind us and buys beer by the jar
With money he is making while we save the CSR.

We're not much good with rifles, we've never fired a shot,
But as for pick and shovels, well we've used them quite a lot,
And although our ammunition is not quite up to par
We've lots and lots of leadheads here to save the CSR.

And while the war is raging we'll stay here safe and sound
So the mill wheels of Lautoka can keep on turning round,
And when the war is over in every hotel bar
You'll hear us tell the story how we saved the CSR.