AN ODE TO THE SIGNALS PLATOON ©
In Cyprus, 'neath the blazing sun,
The Signals work is never done
At Limni and Polemi camps
And outposts lit by oil lamps
Beneath the flag of blue and white
They labour on by day and night.
Tis not a glamorous life they lead.
To work, not moan's their simple creed.
The pleasure of a job well done
Is all they need to give life fun.
For them no films or C.S.E.,
No trips to "Epi" for a spree.
So sleep in peace you duty men
While "Sparks" works in the wireless din,
Still sober yet, when you get tight.
And at the front when there's a fight
The Signals boys will aye be found
Doing their best the whole year round.