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           Those 2 Mischievous Boys

          

Well here I am again my friend, yes it's that time of the year
So, later I will wander down and for you I'll have a beer
But for now I will sit here, with my mate I hold so dear
And as with every time I talk to you, I know I'll shed a tear

Remember the morn. We snuck into butcher Bob's from the back
Onto the floor, near the rear door, giggling we smeared some fat
Hiding behind some barrels, watching as he went "ker-splat!"
Laughing, running down the lane, Bob chasing, arms in a flap.

We grew tall and lean, our fathers proud, us, not backing from fright
Standing side by side, there for each other, even when in a fight
Our mateship people would say, was so strong and so tight
We would sort things out together, especially when we had a gripe.


Oh! We have grown together, sharing the laughter and the joys
Folks in this small town would say, "look at those 2 mischievous boys"


And women we had plenty, so for this my friend I thank you
You were like a "Valentino"; them giggling, you'd make them swoon
So at the dance we would always take one each home, it's true
Two young bachelors, no time for marriage, no, just no room.

You remember when the army recruitment bus drove into town
How we climbed on board, didn't hesitate, signed our names down
Then like two kids, all the way to my house we did bounce and bound
And how our excitement waned when Mum cried not making a sound.

Before we boarded the bus Dad hugged saying, "be safe, do it right"
Also if you could, at least every two weeks please try to write
We knew we had to do this, for people's freedom we would fight,
So waving goodbye, us two young blokes, disappearing out of sight.

Remember Puckapunyal, did our basic, we stuck together like glue
Knowing in these next coming months, together we'll get through
And at Lavarack Barracks in Townsville, from our town, just a few
A bit of time off, so down to "the nard" by the ocean that's so blue.


Oh! We have grown together, sharing the laughter and the joys
Folks in this small town would say, "look at those 2 mischievous boys"


Our last mission before we headed home. Yes, this our final one
Then VC start firing, so towards a fallen tree for cover we run
My knee, pain like I've never felt! Falling, now can't reach my gun.
Oh! The pain hurts so much, now thinking, will I see tomorrow's sun.

Our artillery boys, they start shelling from somewhere far away
Then our choppers and APC's come in and enter the fray
The medic, he reaches me and says "You're in for a hospital stay"
I finally look for my mate, not moving and so still where he lay.

So here I am again my friend, yes, it's that time of the year
And later, I will wander down, and for you I'll have a beer
But for now I will sit here, with my mate I hold so dear
Just as in every time I talk to you, I know I'll shed a tear.


Oh! We did grow together, shared the laughter and the joys
Folks in this small town used to say, "look at those 2 mischievous boys"


David J Delaney
29/05/2007   (c)


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