Sunday War Poet..

Christmas Day on the Somme

by

Leslie George Rub

1892 - 1917

T'was Christmas Day on the Somme

The men stood on parade,

The snow laid six feet on the ground

Twas twenty in the shade.

Up spoke the Captain ‘gallant man’,

"Just hear what I’ve to say,

You may not have remembered that

Today is Christmas Day."

"The General has expressed a wish

This day may be observed,

Today you will only work eight hours,

A rest that’s well deserved.

I hope you’ll keep yourselves quite clean

And smart and spruce and nice,

The stream is frozen hard

But a pick will break the ice."

"All men will get two biscuits each,

I’m sure you’re tired of bread,

I’m sorry there’s no turkey

but there’s Bully Beef instead.

The puddings plum have not arrived

But they are on their way,

I’ll guarantee they’ll be in time

To eat next Christmas Day."

"You’re parcels would have been in time

But I regret to say

The vessel which conveyed them was

Torpedoed on the way.

The Quartermaster’s got your rum

But you may get some yet,

Each man will be presented with

A Woodbine Cigarette."

"The Huns have caught us in the rear

And painted France all red,

Pray do not let that trouble you,

Tomorrow you’ll be dead.

Now ere you go I wish you all

This season of good cheer,

A very happy Christmas and

A prosperous New Year."

Leslie George Rub was born in Australia and enlisted in the 2nd Australian Pioneer Batallion,

He was wounded at Ypres and dies on the 23rd September 1917.

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