The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Sunshine of Your Smile
41—SUNSHINE OF YOUR SMILE
Dear Fritz, who hands the blighties out so free,
Please save a nice sweet cushy one for me,
One that will strike me just below the knee,
Six months in blighty, oh how sweet t'would be.
Give me that shell with pellets nice and round,
Scatter them all but one upon the ground,
Give me that one but let it come a mile
And I will give you the sunshine of my smile.