Lyr. Add: SIERRA LEONE

They shipped me abroad, but not quite alone
With other poor sods, to Sierra Leone
It's the grave of the White Man,
Y'on free, sir, to own
But I'm too tough to die in Sierra Leone.
Now Sierra Leone is a hell of a place
And the way that you're treated is a bloody disgrace
At 6 in the morning you're dragged from your bed
By 6 in the evening you're bloody near dead.
There's a dump called Freetown, you'll soon see why
If you give sweet damn all for it, it's too blasted high
It's the place you see, sir, when you come thru' the boot
If you never see it again, sir, it's too blasted soon.
There's "skeeters" and crocodiles, snakes green and black
And blasted big scorpions that climb down your back.
There are leopards and lizards and Jigger flies too
It would shock you to know what a Jigger can do.
If you've got the idea, sir, that Africa calls
Just look for your romance, sir, round old Charlot Falls
The sights that you see there would give you the pip
And send you high tailing it back to the ship.
If they ship me again, sir, my sins turn to stone
For God's sake don't make it Sierra Leone.
After all that I've seen, sir, I'd far rather be
Where I can sit without thinking of Dysentry.
Geoff Bewers
Nick Clark, copyright 2000.
@World War 2

http://www.harry-tates.org.uk/veteranstales15.htm. With this are stories of operating ships out of Freetown, laying depth charges, etc. Veterans