Cyprus o Cyprus 1956
reading the press it looks a bag of tricks.
Eoka, Enosis, then British troops arrive
a terror campaign we hope to survive.
Pitching our tents in a mudbath,
laying duckboards with a giggle, laugh.
Pouring rain willit ever stop?
ankle deep in water coming o’er the top.
Reveille in the morning nuff to wake the dead
half drunk buddies crawling out of bed.
Corporals, Sergeants, opening the tents
get up you lazy bastards are you all bent.
Going to the toilets sliding on your arse
o bloody hell aint this a farce.
Organised chaos at its very best
mother send me money I’ll do the rest.
Suddenly in April the sun breaks through
clean up your kit without more ado.
We’re here to hunt cowards carrying guns
playing at politics gunning down mums.
Full of ideas that Cyprus is for them
blind with anger are Grivas and his men.
Full of pride that they know best
they can't run a pissup, never to gain their quest.
All through the summer guns are ablaze
young men and women dying in this craze.
On and on they go until '74
then the Turks move in, stand no more.
Why not autonomy for this little Isle
an elected government to make them smile.
Good luck Cyprus I often think of you
get well soon, more will come to view.
Jb El Gamil Club.Aldershotİİ
reading the press it looks a bag of tricks.
Eoka, Enosis, then British troops arrive
a terror campaign we hope to survive.
Pitching our tents in a mudbath,
laying duckboards with a giggle, laugh.
Pouring rain willit ever stop?
ankle deep in water coming o’er the top.
Reveille in the morning nuff to wake the dead
half drunk buddies crawling out of bed.
Corporals, Sergeants, opening the tents
get up you lazy bastards are you all bent.
Going to the toilets sliding on your arse
o bloody hell aint this a farce.
Organised chaos at its very best
mother send me money I’ll do the rest.
Suddenly in April the sun breaks through
clean up your kit without more ado.
We’re here to hunt cowards carrying guns
playing at politics gunning down mums.
Full of ideas that Cyprus is for them
blind with anger are Grivas and his men.
Full of pride that they know best
they can't run a pissup, never to gain their quest.
All through the summer guns are ablaze
young men and women dying in this craze.
On and on they go until '74
then the Turks move in, stand no more.
Why not autonomy for this little Isle
an elected government to make them smile.
Good luck Cyprus I often think of you
get well soon, more will come to view.
Jb El Gamil Club.Aldershotİİ
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