Handwritten song lyrics created and used by the Subalterns ( Junior officers) of the 48th Highlanders. As the writing appears to be in ballpoint it is most likely post WWII.

Song of the Permanent Subalterns

Oh we are the 48th Battalion,

And in squad drill we never have been beaten,

We can form fours as well as any stallion

Considering the food that we have eaten.

Oh the Toronto Scottish are a bunch of hoboes

and Queen Own Rifles haven’t got a hope

But the Highlanders will win the Bloody War, days

If they have to guide  the bomarcs with a rope.

Chorus: At the hill on the left form platoon

There’ll be trouble at the front very soon

If a Martini buggers the commander,

How the hell can the rest form platoon?

How the hell etc…?

How the he hell etc…

If a Martini buggers the commander, How the hell etc.