Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor.....

Tinker, Tailor,

Soldier, Sailor,

To those who knew him well,

Bert was his handle,

In civvie street

Neither a Tinker, Tailor,

Therefore before his war

Plastering was his trade,

Subsequently!

Before you knew it

He became,

Soldier,

Sailor,

And as records note,

And records show,

Three times

He signed the dotted line;

Was it fancy?

Was it folly?

Volunteering all the way;

To sail away,

Onboard the good ship ‘Kanowna,’

Voyage of emancipation,

A fallen warrior to help,

Another warrior to save,

Another warrior to comfort,

On their voyage of repatriation,

Back home to motherland, Australia.

Bert was neither Tinker,

Tailor,

But a soldier,

And a Sailor

In his time of war.