The Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders (Princess Louise's)

'Sans Peur'       Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders red and white dicing       'Ne Obliviscaris'


C Coy - Cyprus 1959

I gaze around with sorrowed eyes
And see mankind in slavery,
On either hand the Devil's curse
Sheer downright animosity.

Of this I'm sure this Isle so pure
Was never meant for such as we,
For trouble lurks with Greeks and Turks.
With help from others over the sea.

I gaze around over hand-ploughed ground,
My eyes the vinyards they caress.
The birds in flight, the fruit trees thrive,
Beauty hiding ugliness.

The mountains rising from the sea
The sunlight glistens o'er the calm,
While spent emotions strive to face
E.O.K.A.'s deadly balm.

The sun now sets, the trade winds blow,
Sweet thoughts of home avail me nought,
While Cypriots slumber in their homes
A bivvy is my humble lot.

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