poem to a wounded british soldier in burma

This is a poem I have remembered from my time in burma, I was wondering if anyone remembers this.

It was down at a place called Kohima,
where most of the fighting was done,
twas there that a poor british tommy
was shot by a japanese gun.
As he lay on his elbow and dying
the blood from his wound did flow red,
he called this comrades around him
and these were the last words he said.
Bury me out in the jungle
under the old buremese sun
my duty for England is done
but when you go home to old blighty
and the war is all over and won,
remember the poor british tommy
buried under the old burmese sun.

this can be sung but I cannot remember to what music.

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