Na Sam was rite chuff
as he said with a smile
"I've bin posted out East,
it's worth a fair trial".
So Sam packed up bags and
kissed Ma goodbye
Said Pa, "he'll be alrite,
it'll broaden his mind
"Look after thee self lad",
" There,there don't cry.
Good grub, nice sun, cheap
fags and more wine,
Lovely bints and smart K.D.
Bye Gum--------------it's
a rite holiday".
This pleased up our lad
and he told all his pals,
'Bout what Pa had told him
( ' bout fun and the gals ).''
He pictured the sun, the
Mosques and the sand
The nice clear blue MED.,
and Egypt's fair land.
And he laughed and he joked
and he done plenty boasting
Of how lucky he was over
his posting.But----------how sad was our Sam was when he got out of van;
Pa hadn't told him of -------------------ABU
SULTAN.
He saw all the tents, he
heard about grub;
He learnt about guards and
this Airmen's club;
Tormented by flies, how
NAAFI was miffed.
"Eeh, nor wonder" he thought
" blokes got all drunk,
I'll do the same and I'll
put in a grievance",
But the S.W.O. gave him
no perseverance.
"Eeh" said our Sam, "there
summat up 'ere"
" I don't mind a joke-----------
but sod staying here.
For Sam as thou knows is
a touchy wee lad
And wild with rage wrote
home to his dad.
In reply Pa wrote back,"
EE don't be daft
It doesn't do harm, doesn't
a little hard graft".
And working with wogs, picked
up bits of their tongue
Like " Escot Aloof" and
" Shufty Barden"
He learned lots of other-------
but we "Marlish" them.
And Sam plodded on, month
in, month out.
(He lost all interest of
life round about).
His hair grew rite grey and
his brain ceased to function
He abandoned all hope of
regaining his gumption,
And it never made sense
when they said to him-------" Sam
Pick up thy kit bag, there's
a good man
We've drained thee rite
dry, we've had all the best
Of what was in thee (your
sweat and the rest).
So Sam climbed on boat and
laid on his bunk
( He didn't care much if
the bloody thing sunk )
"Cos he'd had his lot and
his brain had been marred;
His body all ached and his
bones were rite tired.
But after 8 days of sea-sick
and spew
Sam got home to the folks
that he knew,
Said Ma to our Sam, "EEH,
thou looks well".
"Not bad" said Sam, "after
2 years of hell"
So next time thou knows
of a mate coming here
Just tell him of Sam---------with
the rest of the gear.
But as Sam often said when
he grew to be old
" When I was a lad many
tales have I told
Of how I grew daft ( like
the rest of the clan )
Down in the dump called
ABU SULTAN.
Written by Sam Marriott