BC Archives, MS-0392 / FRANK SWANNELL PAPERS Box 1 / Diary and enclosures, 1915. Volume 4

My Little Wet Home in the Trench (as sung by the 16th Canadians)

Ive a little wet home in the Trench Where the rainstorms continually drench There's a dead cow close by With her hoofs to the sky And she give off a beautiful stench Underneath in the place of a floor There's a mass of wet mud & some straw And the "Jack Johnsons" Tear Through the rain-sodden air O'er my little wet home in the Trench

II There are snipers who keep on the go So you must Keep your napper downlow And their star-shells at night Make a deuce of a light Which causes the language to flow Then bully & biscuits we chew For it's days since we tasted a stew But with shells dropping there There's not place to compare With my little wet home in the trench