Egypt farewell, Goodbye, Adue
We leave you now forever
Our time is up, demob is due
We’re homeward bound whatever

We marched and slept on burning sands
With scorpions to torment us
You did not want us in your land
Our deeds sometimes outrageous

We go now to our promised land
Where grass is green all over
Sweethearts will wander hand in hand
Our army days are over

From the series “National Service poems 1947-1949 by Bill Underwood “

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