But, Gawd, what things are they I 'aven't done?
I've turned my 'and to most, an' turned it good,
In various situations round the world-

For 'im that doth not work must surely die;
But that's no reason man should labour all
'Is life on one same shift; life's none so long.

Therfore, from job to job I've moved along.
Pay couldn't 'old me when my time was done,
For something in my 'ead upset me all,
Till I 'ad dropped whatever 'twas for good,
An', out at sea, be'eld the dock-lights die,

An' met my mate-the wind that tramps the world.

It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world,
Which you can read and care for just so long,
But presently you feel that you will die
Unless you get the page you're readin' done,
An' turn another-likely not so good;

But what you're after is to turn 'em all.

Gawd bless this world! Whatever she 'ath done

Excep' when awful long-I've found it good.

So write, before I die, "'E liked it all!"

BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS.

When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre,

He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took-the same as me!

The market-girls an' fishermen,
The shepherds an' the sailors, toa
They 'eard old songs turn up again,
But kep' it quiet-same as you!

They knew 'e stole; 'e knew they knowed. They didn't tell, nor make a fuss,

But winked at 'Omer down the road,

An' 'e winked back--the same as us!

"BACK TO THE ARMY AGAIN."

I'm 'ere in a ticky ulster an' a broken billycock 'at, A-layin' on to the sergeant I don't know a gun from a bat;

My shirt's doin' duty for jacket, my sock's stickin' out o' my boots,

An' I'm learnin' the damned old goose-step along o' the new recruits!

Back to the Army again, sergeant,

Back to the Army again.

Don't look so 'ard, for I 'aven't no card,

I'm back to the Army again!

I done my six years' service. 'Er Majesty sez: "Good day

You'll please to come when you're rung for, an' 'ere's your 'ole back pay;

An' four-pence a day for baccy—an' bloomin' gen'rous, too;

An' now you can make your fortune-the same as your orf'cers do."

Back to the Army again, sergeant,

Back to the Army again;

'Ow did I learn to do right-about turn?

I'm back to the army again!

A man o' four-an'-twenty that 'asn't learned of a trade

Beside "Reserve" agin' him-'e'd better be never

made.

I tried my luck for a quarter, an' that was enough

for me,

An' I thought of 'Er Majesty's barricks, an' I thought I'd go an' see.

Back to the Army again, sergeant,

Back to the Army again;

'Tisn't my fault if I dress when l 'alt—

I'm back to the Army again!

The sergeant arst no questions, but 'e winked the

other eye,

E' sez to me, "'Shun!" an' I shunted, the same as in days gone by;

For 'e saw the set o' my shoulders, an' I couldn't 'elp 'oldin' straight

When me an' the other rookies come under the