The poem is transcribed in full.
Our Trip on the Somme
The old division's travelled some / Since we came across the sea. But when we hit this famous Somme / it sure looked bad to me.
My hunch was pretty true too / As well as the boys can tell. / That stretch of country called the Somme / was indisbuted [sic] Hell.
Our first trip was in Pozieres / A very well-known name / There we got our breaking in / and learned this great Somme game.
We paid the price in learning too / But Fritz sure got his share / For Canada went over top / and got him in his lair
Our second trip was Courcelette / with its famous Sunken road / where corpses lay in dozens / and death unhampered rode.
Our third trip was Regina Trench / and there we taught the Hun / Canadians could die all right / but had never learned to run.
That was the end of our Somme trip / but there's one thing more to tell / the way we spell Regina Trench / is H. E. double L.
-Sgt. James Reginald Clapton
