Kelly get your barracks bag,
The shipping list is here.
We're sailing on the first tide,
For home of yesteryear.
But Kelly strained no muscle
To join the homing flocks.
He was packed before a tiny stove,
Beside a Red Cross Box.
Kelly, we are sailing
The bitter war is done.
We are off to the USA
To sweethearts and to fun.
But Kelly turned a deaf ear
His stubbornness he kept.
" I should sail for anywhere"
"With all these groceries left".
It's a sad sad tale they tell these days
Along the bowery streets.
Of Kriegsgafangen Kelly
And his parcel full of meats.
Some men love adventure
And some love curly locks,
But Kriegsgafangen Kelly
Loved his faithful Red Cross Box.
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