He doesn\'t boast or swagger
Or hold a forum on his deeds of yore
The perfect gentleman of old
A man of four score he saw the Burma war
That fetid jungle war beset by enemy
And damp and heat and cruel artillery
And young friends died around him
Far away from all they knew
But he was young and strong
And did his bit, expecting no reward
It\'s just the way it goes is how it\'s put
By fellow of that ilk
Our Burma hero