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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' tookthe same as me!

The market-girls an' fishermen,

The shepherds an' the sailors, too, 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 dayYou'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

tradeBeside “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 I'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

barrick gate.

Back to the Army again, sergeant,

Back to the Army again; 'Oo would ha' thought I could carry an' port?

I'm back to the Army again!

I took my bath, an' | wallered-for, Gawd, I

needed it so! I smelt the smell o' the barricks, I 'eard the bugles

go. l'eard the feet on the gravel—the feet o' the men

what drill An' I sez to my flutterin' 'eart-strings, I sez to 'em,

“Peace, be still!”

Back to the Army again, sergeant,

Back to the Army again; 'Oo said I knew when the Jumner was due ?

I'm back to the Army again!

| carried my slops to the tailor; I sez to 'im,

“None o' your lip! You tight 'em over the shoulders, an' loose 'em

over the 'ip, For the set o' the tunic's 'orrid.” An' 'e sez to me,

“Strike me dead, But I thought you was used to the business!” an'

so 'e done what I said.

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