With the Serbs in Macedonia

A REMINDER
PTE. SMITH MAKES A FEW REMARKS ABOUT HIS FRIENDS,
THE SERBS
The blinkin' War was spread so bloomin' wide
That bits of it kep' getting lost or strayed.
You ain't 'eard much at 'ome about our side—
The Sal-o-nica Army got mislaid !
'Course things in such a War can't all go right
An' often 'tisn't " tatties " to explain ;
But still it seems to me it's only right
You 'eard about the Serbs and their campaign.
You thinks you knows about 'em, but you don't ;
Or, rather, you 'ave sort of 'alf forgot ;
An', though they could remind you, well, they won't—
So 'ere's a bloke what means to 'ave a shot !
We've worked among 'em now two years an' more,
Attached because they 'adn't no M.T.,
And if they didn't win the blinkin' War—
Well, 'tain't no fault of theirs—take that from me I
The Serbos, when they're scrappin', fight like 'ell ;
Look 'ow they give the Orstrins socks alone ;
An' shoved 'em back, not once, but twice as well—
A little Baulking
State all on their own I
Look 'ow they made their wonderful Retreat !
Though left, they didn't chuck their 'ands in then ;
But, though they 'adn't anythink to eat,
They fell back fighting, hinch by hinch, like Men I
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