a is for aussie,
the salt of the earth, a fearless soldier but he' 
a is for aussie,
the salt of the earth, a fearless soldier but he's full of mirth b is for ba moui ba, a noggie drink, a glass down yer throat and yer guts down the sink.
c is for charlie, the elusive vc, he hides in the jungle, but he can't hide from me d is for digger the bravest of all, he sells his life dearly at his country's call.
e for eggbeater, that shudders and shakes, crapping jellied petrol behind in its wake f is for fleas and also for ticks which cover a man from his head to his dick.
g is for grunt, footslogging infanteer, though he's worn out his boots, he's full of cheer.
 h for the hole that the cong rocket made, that would take me a week to fill in with my spade.
i for the instinct that keeps us alive, a digger mioght die, anac spirit survives.
 j is for jesus, who jams our guns gears, and rusts all our bayonets with his blood salt tears.
k for the knowledge I quickly acquired, lying flat as a krait when the viet cong fired.
 l is for leeches that hide in the mud, that cling to my knackers and suck out my blood.
m is for mamasan, boss of the bar, buy my girl aussie, comes with specimen ajar.
 n is for noggie, native of this landfor the poor old farmers we must extend our hand.
o is for ouc dai loi, from 1 to 10, depending on how much the digger will spend.
 p for piastre, the local dough, 50 p buys special crazy show.
r for the rumours we hear everyday, that viet cong morale is fading away.
 s is for saigon tea the ladies do sip, the more that you buy them the lower your zip.
t for the tunnels the sappers go down, fighting the communist rats beneath the ground u for the us that we do serve, finally we' re getting just what we deserve.
v for the victory we are denied, they won't let us win even though we do try
w for wakey, the last day in town, jump onto an aircraft fly to sydney town.
x for experiment with shell and bomb, and white little cross on a neat little tomb.
 y in the world have I been placed, in this rice paddy with mud to my waist?
z for the zeal that we all posess, as we stand by our comrades as we face ho chi minhs best.
 z forthe zeal that we all posess, as we stand by our comrades as we face ho chi minhs best.
the words to this song were found in 'a look at the bright side' by martin cameron, the tune in " 'songs of the redcoats' by roy palmer.
 this version of thesong is similar, an update of a soldiers alphabet from wwi.
 there are other versions of this song from vietnam that would be publishable only in a book of soldiers bawdy ballads.