Harry and George
Harry and George
Harry West and Georgie Leonard,
were climbing up the hump,
Hot lead was a falling down,
through yer hat and foot, ka-thump,
So steep were the sides,
dropped grenades, a bouncing fell,
Japanese held the hilltop,
with machine guns as well,
Till the Aussies got above em,
and grenaded em to hell,
And charged in amongst em,
squealing Japs did dodge away,
So many died for the Emperor,
on that bloody day,
The green was turned to red,
with a mouldy hay-like smell,
The one you got upon the breeze,
with the jungle Japanese,
Aussies learned to know it well,
A stink to say they’s nearby,
dodge his bullet for a spell,
plonk the bugger quickly,
or spike the bludger well,
Don Johnson
Ninety-nine Australians were killed in the battle of Eora Creek
in just a few days…in 1942...on Kokoda...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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