An' at evenin', down the nullahs, we can 'ear the jackals say, 'Get up, you rotten beggars, you've ten more to-day!' 'Twould make a monkey cough to see our way o' doin' things Lieutenants takin' companies an' captains takin' wings, Our Colonel's white an' twitterly-'e gets no sleep nor food, But mucks about in 'orspital where nothing does no good. 'E sends us 'eaps o' comforts, all bought from 'is payBut there aren't much comfort 'andy on ten deaths a day. Our Chaplain's got a banjo, an' a skinny mule 'e rides, An' the stuff 'e says an' sings us, Lord, it makes us split our sides! With 'is black coat-tails a-bobbin' to 'Ta-ra-ra Boomder-ay!' 'E's the proper kind o' padre for ten deaths a day. An' Father Victor 'elps 'im with our Roman CatholicksHe knows an 'eap of Irish songs an' rummy conjurin' tricks; An' the two they works together when it comes to play or pray; So we keep the ball a-rollin' on ten deaths a day. CHOLERA CAMP We've got the cholerer in camp-we've got it 'ot an' sweet; It ain't no Christmas dinner, but it's 'elped an' we must eat. We've gone beyond the funkin', 'cause we've found it doesn't pay, An' we're rockin' round the Districk on ten deaths a day! Then strike your camp an' go, the Rains are fallin', The Bugle's callin'! The dead are bushed an' stoned to keep 'em safe below! An' them that do not like it they can lump it, An' them that cannot stand it they can jump it; Then, Number One, let down the tent-pole slow, I THE LADIES 'VE taken my fun where I've found it; I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time; An' four o' the lot was prime. One was an 'arf-caste widow, One was a woman at Prome, One was the wife of a jemadar-sais,' An' one is a girl at 'ome. Now I aren't no 'and with the ladies, For, takin' 'em all along, You never can say till you've tried 'em, There's times when you'll think that you mightn't, They'll 'elp you a lot with the White! I was a young un at 'Oogli, Shy as a girl to begin; Aggie de Castrer she made me, An' Aggie was clever as sin; 'Head groom. THE LADIES Older than me, but my first un- Then I was ordered to Burma, Doll in a teacup she were, But we lived on the square, like a true-married pair, An' I learned about women from 'er! Then we was shifted to Neemuch (Or I might ha' been keepin' 'er now), An' I took with a shiny she-devil, The wife of a nigger at Mhow; 'Taught me the gipsy-folks' bolee;1 Kind o' volcano she were, For she knifed me one night 'cause I wished she was white, And I learned about women from 'er! Then I come 'ome in the trooper, 'Long of a kid o' sixteen Girl from a convent at Meerut, The straightest I ever 'ave seen. Love at first sight was 'er trouble, She didn't know what it were; An' I wouldn't do such, 'cause I liked 'er too much, But I learned about women from 'er! 'Slang. I've taken my fun where I've found it, An' the end of it's sittin' and thinkin', An' dreamin' Hell-fires to see; So be warned by my lot (which I know you will not), An' learn about women from me! What did the Colonel's Lady think? Somebody asked the Sergeant's wife, When you get to a man in the case, For the Colonel's Lady an' Judy O'Grady |