MR. AEROPLANE
Reading edition
(With compliments to the R.N.A.S. in the Dardanelles)
Hurrah for Mr. Aeroplane, A-sailin’ in the blue; I’m glad to see you up again— Me compliments to you. I’m Tommy Brown, Australian, Who’s fightin’ here on land; An’, strike me, Mr. Flyin’ Man, I’d like to shake your hand. Sometimes I feel I’d like to streak Beside you in the sky; An’ then my nerves go all a-shake To think you’re up so high. By jingo! how your bloomin’ grit Must make old Jacko dance; An’ don’t he fuss to make a hit, When given half a chance. But on you go inquirin’, As if the job were fun, An’ Jacko was a-firin’ A nipper’s toy popgun.
You give the battleships the wink, They gets their guns to bear; An’ then—oh, strike me blue an’ pink— Then don’t the Turkies swear! Ah, well—beyond the hills you go; We wish you best o’ luck. Remember, all the boys below Enjoy your bloomin’ pluck. H. G. Garland, 16th Aust. Battalion.
