In my Divvint Hoy Me Ganzy in the Clarts post I somehow forgot this gem.
Two soldiers, a sergeant and a private from Newcastle, are hacking their way through thick jungle with machetes. The sergeant suddenly stops and gestures for the private to be quiet.
“Listen, Geordie,” the sergeant says. “You hear that?”
“Aye, I hear it,” the private says.
“Are they war drums?”
“No Sir,” the Geordie says, “I think they’re theirs.”