ROUTE MARCHIN' WE'RE marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains, There's a regiment a-comin' down the Grand Trunk With its best foot first And the road a-sliding past, An' every bloomin' campin'-ground exactly like the last; While the Big Drum says, With 'is" rowdy-dowdy-dow!"— "Kiko kissywarsti don't you hamsher argy Oh, there's them Injian temples to admire when you see, There's the peacock round the corner an' the monkey up the tree, An' there's that rummy silver grass a-wavin' in the wind, An' the old Grand Trunk a-trailin' like a rifle-sling be'ind. BOOLE NУКСНІЙ, At half-past five's Revelly, an' our tents they down must come, Like a lot of button mushrooms when you pick 'em up at 'ome. But it's over in a minute, an' at six the column starts, While the women and the kiddies sit an' shiver in the carts An' it's best foot first, Oh, then is open order, an' we lights our pipes an' An' we talk out our rations an' a lot of other t.: freisin England, an' we wonders mire for to hear us sling the .: first, . . Sunday, when you're lyin' at your t:s a-wheelin' round them feather So 'ark an' 'eed, you rookies, which is always grum blin' sore, There's worser things than marchin' from Umballa to Cawnpore; An' if your 'eels are blistered an' they feels to 'urt like 'ell, You drop some tallow in your socks an' that will make 'em well. For it's best foot first, We're marchin' on relief over Injia's coral strand, Eight 'undred fightin' Englishmen, the Colonel, and the Band; Ho! get away you bullock-man, you've 'eard the bugle blowed, There's a regiment a-comin' down the Grand Trunk Road; With its best foot first And the road a-sliding past, An' every bloomin' campin'-ground exactly like the last; While the Big Drum says, With 'is" rowdy-dowdy-dow!"— "Kiko kissywarsti don't you hamsher argy jow?" |