| MRS SHIELA VAN EMDEM
and JACK VAN EMDEM Beecroft, NSW 1995 TUNE: The Mountains Of Mourne SITE SOURCE: Folklore Unit - People On The Shores Of Milne BoyThere is a place not far from Aussie shores,It is the last place on earth it is true, Where the tropical sun bums the hairs off your head, And the comforts of life they are few. On the shores of Milne Bay, Where you sink in the mud to your chest, Where you can't sleep at night, For a hundred and one different pests, I've been bit on the naval, the arms and the breast, I've been bit on the places that the girls like the best. On the shores of Milne Bay, Where the jungle grows down to the sea. On the shores of Milne Bay, Where the girls wear string and grass skirts, But you're not in the race, Especially if they see you first, So all wives and sweethearts will be pleased to know, That it's not hard for soldiers to keep self-control, On the shores of Milne Bay, Where the jungle grows down to the sea. On the shores of Milne Bay, Fair dinkum, I've never felt worse, I've had every complaint, from distemper to dying of thirst, But I don't go to the M.O. for fear he will say: Get on the 'Manunda', she's sailing today, From the shores of Milne Bay, Where the jungle grows down to the sea. On the shores of Milne Bay, For six months we 've never seen beer, But we all brew our own, One charge and you 'II stand on your ear, This jungle juice acts like a time-bomb they say, You drink it all night and explode the next day, On the shores of Milne Bay, Where the jungle grows down to the sea. On the shores of Milne Bay, Where we long for the bright city-lights, And a day on the spree, Or a good sort to cuddle at night, I wish the woman would cover themselves up 'round here, For each time I see them it makes me all queer, On the shores of Milne Bay, Where the jungle grows down to the sea. |