a pleasant sergeant major
during world war one
did his battalion a favour
polished medals so they shone
he loved his young battalion
as he was very proud
fought against the rebellion
in a jordanian town
there was much bloodshed
some died upon the ground
some men were dead
others fooled around
with arab revolt exposed
by remains of sergeants crewe
some arab revolt decomposed
back home they all went phew
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