The Quartermaster Store
Anne Riddick (riddick_a@KOSMOS.WCC.GOVT.NZ)
Wed, 31 Aug 1994 17:27:27 +1200
The Quartermaster's Store
There was cheese, cheese,
Wafting in the breeze,
In the stores, in the stores.
There was ham, ham,
Mixed up with the jam,
In the Quartermaster's stores.
CHORUS:
My eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me.
There was bread, bread,
Just like lumps of lead,
In the stores, in the stores.
There were buns, buns,
Bullets for the guns,
In the Quartermaster's stores.
CHORUS.
There were mice, mice,
Eating up the rice,
In the stores, in the stores.
There were rats, rats,
Big as blooming cats,
In the Quartermaster's stores.
CHORUS.
There was meat, meat,
Meat you couldn't eat,
In the stores, in the stores.
There were eggs, eggs,
Nearly growing legs,
In the Quartermaster's stores.
CHORUS.
There is beer, beer,
Beer you can't get near,
In the stores, in the stores.
There is rum, rum,
For the General's tum,
In the Quartermaster's stores.
CHORUS.
There was cake, cake,
Cake you couldn't break,
In the stores, in the stores.
There were flies, flies,
Feeding on the pies,
In the Quartermaster's stores.
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City |