Harry Redgen's experience in Burma 1914-1916, item 54
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Fri Jan 8 1915
Still off Duty, to day we received the
glorious news that every man had to share
& scrub the Floors of the Bungalows every
week. Always thought that I enlisted to
help with the War not to be made into
a charwoman. It is not very gratifying
to the men or a thing that the Officers
should be proud of to see the men
eown on their knees & the Natives
(whose real work it is) standing by
laughing at us.
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Sat Jan 9 1915
Still off Duty. The Battalion to day went
on another route March this time
going 17 ½ miles. When they returned
every man was completely done & one
an all thought that just like Annie
Louri they could just lay down
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Fri Jan 8 1915
Still off Duty, to day we received the
glorious news that every man had to share
& scrub the Floors of the Bungalows every
week. Always thought that I enlisted to
help with the War not to be made into
a charwoman. It is not very gratifying
to the men or a thing that the Officers
should be proud of to see the men
eown on their knees & the Natives
(whose real work it is) standing by
laughing at us.
--
Sat Jan 9 1915
Still off Duty. The Battalion to day went
on another route March this time
going 17 ½ miles. When they returned
every man was completely done & one
an all thought that just like
Annie
Lauri
they could just lay down
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Burma
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Story location Burma
- ID
- 17144 / 199288
- Contributor
- Hilary Hallas
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“Annie Laurie” refers to an old Scottish poem dating back to the 17th Century:
Maxwelton’s braes are bonnie,
Where early fa’s the dew,
Twas there that Annie Laurie
Gi’ed me her promise true.
Gi’ed me her promise true –
Which ne’er forgot will be,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I’d lay me down and dee.
Her brow is like the snaw-drift,
Her neck is like the swan,
Her face it is the fairest,
That ‘er the sun shone on.
That ‘er the sun shone on –
And dark blue is her e’e,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I’d lay me down and dee.
Like dew on gowans lying,
Is the fa’ o’ her fairy feet,
And like winds, in simmer sighing,
Her voice is low and sweet.
Her voice is low and sweet –
And she’s a’ the world to me;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I’d lay me down and dee.