I believe this is an old 'scouting' song which originated from the American civil war?. Plenty of other lyric versions out there including some 'rude' ones!! Can be transposed to any key depending on what suits your voice. My eyes are dim I cannot see I have not bought my specs with me I have not brought my specs with me There was cheese cheese wafting on the breeze In the stores in the stores There was ham ham mixed up with the jam In the Quartermaster's Stores My eyes are dim I cannot see I have not bought my specs with me I have not brought my specs with me There was bread bread just like lumps of lead In the stores in the stores There were buns buns and bullets for the guns In the Quartermaster's Stores My eyes are dim I cannot see I have not bought my specs with me I have not brought my specs with me There were mice mice eating up the rice In the stores in the stores There were rats rats big as blooming cats In the Quartermaster's Stores My eyes are dim I cannot see I have not bought my specs with me I have not brought my specs with me There is meat meat meat you couldn't eat In the stores in the stores There were eggs eggs nearly growing legs In the Quartermaster's Stores My eyes are dim I cannot see I have not bought my specs with me I have not brought my specs with me There is beer beer that you can't get near In the stores in the stores There is rum rum for the general's tum In the Quartermaster's Stores My eyes are dim I cannot see I have not bought my specs with me I have not brought my specs with me There was cake cake cake you couldn't break In the stores in the stores There were flies flies feeding on the pies In the Quartermaster's Stores My eyes are dim I cannot see I have not bought my specs with me I have not brought my specs with me
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