A Soldier With His Mess Tin Poem by Andrew Wright

In a prison camp in Poland,
With barbed wire around the door,
A soldier with his mess tin,
Went to the cooks for more,
He was feeling very hungry,
As he knocked twice on the door,
So he told the cooks his story,
That he hadn't been before.

(Chorus)

Why do you weep, why do you sigh,
You were in the queue when Jacques passed by,
You've had your stew and 'buckshee' too,
You'll get five days for being untrue.

Now he joined a band of prisoners,
And he gets poorly fed,
Trying to appease his hunger,
With a third of Jerry bread.
When he came out five days later,
To the cooks he went again,
And he told them his sad story,
How they caused him all his pain.

(Chorus)

Why do you weep, why do you sigh,
There's plenty 'buck' so don't you cry,
So bring your bowl and mess tin too,
And fill them both with buckshee stew.