Cyprus

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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 mud bath,
Laying duckboards with a giggle and laugh,
Pouring rain will it 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 b……s 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 pee up, never to gain there 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 and 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 and more will come to view.

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