“THE MEN THAT FOUGHT AT MINDEN.”

A SONG OF INSTRUCTION.

The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies

in their time

So was them that fought at Waterloo !
All the 'ole command, yuss, from Minden to Mai-

wand,
They was once dam' sweeps like you!

Then do not be discouraged, 'Eaven is your

'elper, We'll learn you not to forget ; An' you mustn't swear an’ curse, or you'll only

catch it worse,
For we'll make you soldiers yet.

The men that fought at Minden, they 'ad stocks

beneath their chins, Six inch 'igh an' more;

But fatigue it was their pride, and they would not

be denied
To clean the cook-'ouse floor.

The men that fought at Minden, they 'ad anarch

istic bombs

Served to 'em by name of ’and-grenades;
But they got it in the eye (same as you will by

an' by)
When they clubbed their field-parades.

The men that fought at Minden, they 'ad buttons

up an' down, Two-an’-twenty dozen of 'em told; But they didn't grouse an' shirk at an hour's extry

work,
They kept 'em bright as gold.

as a

The men that fought at Minden, they was armed

with musketoons,

Also, they was drilled by 'alberdiers;
I don't know what they were, but the sergeants

took good care
They washed be'ind their ears.

The men that fought at Minden, they ’ad ever cash

in 'and
Which they did not bank nor save,
But spent it gay an' free on their betters—such as

me-
For the good advice I gave.

.

The men that fought at Minden, they was civil

-yuss, they was-
Never didn't talk o'rights an’ wrongs,
But they got it with the toe (same as you will get

it-so!)—
For interrupting songs.

The men that fought at Minden, they was several

other things

Which I don't remember clear;
But that's the reason why, now the six-year men

are dry,
The rooks will stand the beer!

Then do not be discouraged, 'Eaven is your

'elper,
We'll learn you not to forget;
An' you mustn't swear an' curse, or you'll only

catch it worse,
And we'll make you soldiers yet.

Soldiers yet, if you've got it in you,

All for the sake o' the Core;
Soldiers yet, if we ’ave to skin you-
Run an get the beer, Johnny Raw—Johnny

Raw !
Ho! run an' get the beer, Johnny Raw !

CHOLERA CAMP.

We've got the cholerer in camp-it's worse than

forty fights; We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as Isru

lites! It's before us, an' be’ind us, an’ we cannot get

away, An' the doctor's just reported we've ten more

to-day!

Oh, strike your camp an' go, the bugle's callin',

The Rains are fallin' -
The dead are bushed an' stoned to keep 'em safe

below ; The Band's a-doin' all she knows to cheer us; The chaplain's gone and prayed to Gawd to

’ear us

To’ear us-
O Lord, for it's a-killing of us so !