Dyddiad:21 Chwefror 1918

Trawsysgrif:

[1]
DOWN IN OUR
PARK HALL CAMP.
To the tune of "Back home in Tennessee."
I'm so lonely, oh, so lonely,
In our Blinking Camp,
I'm like a bloomin' tramp,
Not worth a penny stamp.
Father, Mother, Sister, Brother,
All are waiting me,
I'm getting thinner, miss my dinner
And my Sunday's tea.
CHORUS:
Down in our Muddy camp,
We're always on the ramp,
That's where we cop the cramp,
Through sleeping in the damp,
All we can hear there each day,
Is Left . . . Right, . . . march away.
Sergeants calling, Lance.jacks bawling
"Get out On Parade."
We go to bed at night,
It is a glorious sight,
The earwigs on the floor,
Double-up and then Form Fours,
Then when daylight is dawning,
You can hear our Sergeant yawnin'
Show-a-leg there, Show-a-leg there,
Down in our Park Hall Camp.

[2]
Coming home tomorrow[.] arrived Pwll the same time as before 9 o clock at night[.] more news when see
Gyda cofion
Goreu
George

Mrs Thomas / Glanrafon / Rhydyclafdy / Pwllheli / Carnarvon

Gina Miles, Pontypridd, a ddaeth â’r eitem hwn i sylw Prosiect Llongau-U 1914-18 ac a roddodd ganiatâd i ni ei rannu. Wnaeth hi etifeddu'r casgliad cardiau post hwn o'r teulu Thomas.