The Influence of Arborfield which is still On My Conscience

It's the guest room at Dun Jipping and I'm quaffing tepid tea
From a chipped pint *** with AAS that someone's passed to me.
And although I've tasted better tea I really can't complain
About this brew I'm drinking now, I think I should explain.
When young and given jankers (seven days and never less),
The powers that be would always make us work in officers' mess.
And if, while there, we'd feel the need to go and have a ***
We'd take off lid to tea *** and urinate in their tea.
And the cook would laugh and swirl it round, the steward serve it up,
Then he'd come back to kitchen and tell us who'd had cup.
But that was years and years ago, we squaddies then but brutes
And here no one's on jankers, and we don't take in recruits,
Thus this tea that I am sipping, uncontaminated tea,
Might be strong and tepid but I know it's free of ***.

An Arborfield Influence.
It is still On My Conscience.
 
It's the guest room at Dun Gypping. I am quaffing tepid tea
From a chipped, pint *** with A.A.S., someone has poured for me.
And although I have had better tea I really can't complain
About this brew I'm drinking now.
Perhaps I should explain:

When young and given jankers (seven days, ‘twas never less),
The powers-that-be would always make you work in officers' mess.
And if, while there, one felt the need to go and have a ***
Why! Just take off lid to tea ***, and urinate in the tea.
 And cook would laugh and swirl it round, the steward serve it up,
Then come back to kitchen and tell us who had cup.

But that was years and years ago. Squaddies then but brutes.
And here there is no jankers, and they don't take in recruits.
Thus this tea that I am sipping, poured out by you for me.
Might be strong and tepid but I know it's free of ***.