It's making me sick mumnI don't like the food muchnIt's cold at night timesnI don't like this life muchnWe're up at five a.m.nWe're just walking round and round againnI don't like the sergeantnHe's making me sick mumnIn the paddy fieldsnnI hear voicesnLate at night mumnThe tones are cold onesnIn a strange tonguenI saw a mate of mine cop itnRight in the face mumnI kind of wish it was minenIn the paddy fieldsnnShoot that gun sonny boynRun the bajonets left and rightnHere we go AngolanWritee home to your mother tell hernHer son was a brave boynIn the paddy fields