The Quartermaster’s Store

There’s cheese, cheese,
with shocking dirty knees,
In the store, in the store,
There’s cheese, cheese,
with shocking dirty knees
In the Quartermaster’s Store.

(Chorus)
My eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me.

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There’s eggs… on little bandy legs.
There’s steak… that keeps us all awake.
There’s lard… they sell it by the yard.
There’s bread… like great big lumps of lead.
There’s kippers… that go about in slippers.
There’s cakes… that give us tummy aches.
There’s beans… as big as submarines.