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You may talk of gin and beer   
When you’re quartered safe out here,   
And you are sent to training-fights and Aldershot it;
But when it comes to Soltau
You will do your work on bratty
And you will kiss the cheeks of him that’s got it.   

Now in Krautland’s not so sunny clime,   
Where I used to spend my time   
A-serving of Her Majesty the Queen,   
Of all them Krauty crew   
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental  bhisti, Wolfgang Meier

He was Wolfgang, Wolfgang, Wolfgang,  
The day is long and there is a pang 
Of hunger and thirst  Come with yout limpin’ lump of van in all the dust, Wolfgang!

Hi! Slippy hitherao
‘Limo, get it! Panee lao,
A bratty,  pommes & Cacao, 
Sammies, socks, a handbag or two, 

Without you, what would we do?
So we will meet him later on
At the place where he is gone—
Where it’s always endex and canteen.   

He will be handing out sausage, beer and Coca-Colas
Giving drink to poor thirsty soul'as
And I hope to get a swig up there from Wolfgang.

Yes, Gang! Gang! Gang!
With your great blue MB-van 
By the living God that made you,
You’re a better man than I am, dear Wolfgang!