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Back to the Army again, sergeant,
Back to the Army again. Rather too free with my fancies? Wot-me?
I'm back to the Army again! Next week I'll ’ave 'em fitted; I'll buy me a walk
in' cane; They'll let me free o' the barricks to walk on the
Hoe again In the name o' William Parsons, that used to be
Edward Clay, An'-any pore beggar that wants it can draw my
fourpence a day!
Back to the Army again:
Out o' the cold an' the rain.
A man that is ’andled an' made-
In learnin' the others their trade-parade!
Because you don't ’elp 'em remain, But drives 'em to cheat to get out o' the street
An' back to the Army again!
“BIRDS OF PREY” MARCH.
MARCH! The mud is cakin' good about our
trousies. Front-eyes front, an’ watch the Colour-casin's
drip. Front! The faces of the women in the 'ouses
Ain't the kind o' things to take aboard the ship.
Cheer! An' we'll never march to victory.
The Large Birds o' Prey
They will carry us away,
Wheel! Oh, keep your touch; we're goin' round
a corner. Time!-mark time, an' let the men be'ind us
Lord! the transport's full, an' 'alf our lot not on
'erCheer, O cheer! We're going off where no
March! The Devil's none so black as 'e is
painted! Cheer! We'll 'ave some fun before we're put
away. 'Alt, an' 'and 'er out-a woman's gone and
fainted! Cheer! Get on—Gawd 'elp the married men
Hoi! Come up, you ’ungry beggars, to yer sor
row. ('Ear them say they want their tea, an' want it
quick!) You won't have no mind for slingers, not to-mor
rowNo; you'll put the 'tween-decks stove out, bein'
'Alt! The married kit 'as all to go before us! 'Course it's blocked the bloomin' gangway up
Cheer, O cheer the 'Orse Guards watchin' tender
o'er us, Keepin' us since eight this mornin' in the rain!
Stuck in ’eavy marchin'-order, sopped and wring
in'Sick, before our time to watch 'er 'eave an' fall, 'Ere's your ’appy 'ome at last, an' stop your sing
in'. ’Alt! Fall in along the troop-deck! Silence all!
Cheer! For we'll never live to see no bloom
in victory! Cheer! An' we'll never live to' ear the cannon
roar! (One cheer more !)
The jackal an' the kite
’Ave an 'ealthy appetite, An' you'll never see your soldiers any more !
('Ip! Urroar !)
The eagle an' the crow
They are waitin' ever so, An' you'll never see your soldiers any more!
Yes, the Large Birds o' Prey
They will carry us away,
“SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO.”
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Croc
odile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up in the
Reg'lars' style. 'E was scrapin' the paint from off of 'er plates, an'
sez to 'im, “'Oo are you ?” Sez 'e, “I'm a Jolly—’Er Majesty's Jolly-soldier
an' sailor too!” Now 'is work begins at Gawd knows when, and
'is work is never through; 'E isn't one o' the reg'lar Line, nor 'e isn't one of
the crew. 'E's a kind of a giddy harumfrodite-soldier an'
Arr' after I met 'im all over the world, a-doin' all
kinds of things, Like landin' 'isself with a Gatlin' gun to talk to them ’eathen kings;