bowler


Morning crimson,
Fresh breeze,
Behind satchel
Side pot.
After the battle, the hot
Recreation on the river,
Boiling water to brew
Wandering in the pot.

Chorus:
So glorify the bowler
I sang the platoon,
My bowler, bowler hat,
The friend you are our marching.

Do not forget everyone
How are you in the hour of danger
wounded thirst
Quenched times.
And, saving the company,
You, brother, do not yawn -
casing machine gun
Life is filled.

Chorus.

For home field,
For the native people
young boys
We moved to a campaign.
All Let's go with courage,
And the time comes -
We will fill home brew
Peaceful bowler.

Chorus 1943