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THE 'EATHEN.

THE 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood

an' stone;

'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is own;

'E keeps 'is side-arms awful: 'e leaves 'em all

about,

An' then comes up the regiment an' pokes the 'eathen out.

All along o' dirtiness, all along o' mess,
All along o' doin' things rather-more-or-less,
All along of abby-nay,* kul,† and hazar-ho, ‡
Mind you keep your rifle an' yourself jus' so!

The young recruit is 'aughty-'e draf's from Gawd knows where;

They bid 'im show 'is stockin's an' lay 'is mattress

square;

*Not now. To-morrow. Wait a bit.

'E calls it bloomin' nonsense-'e doesn't know, no

more

An' then up comes 'is company an' kicks 'em round the floor!

The young recruit is 'ammered-'e takes it very 'ard;

'E 'angs 'is 'ead an' mutters-'e sulks about the

yard;

'E talks o' "cruel tyrants" 'e'll swing for by-an'

bye,

An' the others 'ears an' mocks 'im, an' the boy goes off to cry.

The young recruit is silly-'e thinks o' suicide; 'E's lost 'is gutter-devil; 'e 'asn't got 'is pride; But day by day they kicks 'im, which 'elps 'im on a bit,

Till 'e finds 'isself one mornin' with a full an' proper kit.

Gettin' clear o' dirtiness, gettin' done with

mess,

Gettin' shut o' doin' things rather-more-or

less;

Not so fond of abby-nay, kul, nor hazar-ho,
Learns to keep 'is rifle an' 'isself jus' so!

The young recruit is 'appy-'e throws a chest to

suit;

You see 'im grow mustaches; you 'ear 'im slap 'is

boot;

'E learns to drop the "bloodies" from every word he slings,

An' 'e shows an 'ealthy brisket when 'e strips for bars an' rings.

The cruel tyrant sergeants they watch 'im 'arf a

year;

They watch 'im with 'is comrades, they watch 'im with 'is beer;

They watch 'im with the women, at the regimental dance,

And the cruel tyrant sergeants send 'is name along for "Lance."

An' now 'e's 'arf o' nothin', an' all a private yet, 'Is room they up an' rags 'im to see what they will

get;

They rags 'im low an' cunnin', each dirty trick

they can,

But 'e learns to sweat 'is temper an' 'e learns to know 'is man.

An', last, a Colour-Sergeant, as such to be

obeyed,

'E leads 'is men at cricket, 'e leads 'em on parade; They sees 'em quick an' 'andy, uncommon set an' smart,

An' so 'e talks to orficers which 'ave the Core at 'eart.

'E learns to do 'is watchin' without it showin'

plain;

'E learns to save a dummy, an' shove 'im straight

again;

'E learns to check a ranker that's buyin' leave to

shirk;

An' 'e learns to make men like 'im so they'll learn to like their work.

An' when it comes to marchin' he'll see their socks

are right,

An' when it comes to action 'e shows 'em 'ow to

sight;

'E knows their ways of thinkin' and just what's in

their mind;

'E feels when they are comin' on an' when they've fell be'ind.

'E knows each talkin' corpril that leads a squad

astray;

'E feels 'is innards 'eavin', 'is bowels givin'

way;

'E sees the blue-white faces all tryin' 'ard to

grin,

An' 'e stands an' waits an' suffers till it's time to cap 'em in.

An' now the hugly bullets come peckin' through the dust,

An' no one wants to face 'em, but every beggar

must;

So, like a man in irons which isn't glad to go, They moves 'em off by companies uncommon stiff an' slow.

Of all 'is five years' schoolin' they don't remember much

Excep' the not retreatin', the step an' keepin'

touch.

It looks like teachin' wasted when they duck an' spread an' 'op,

But if 'e 'adn't learned 'em they'd be all about the

shop!

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