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Back to the Army again, sergeant,

Back to the Army again. Rather too free with my fancies ? Wot-me?

I'm back to the Army again! Next week I'll’ave 'em fitted; I'll buy me a walk

in' cane; They'll let me free o' the barricks to walk on the

Hoe again In the name o' William Parsons, that used to be

Edward Clay, An'-any pore beggar that wants it can draw my

fourpence a day!
Back to the Army again, sergeant,

Back to the Army again:
Out o' the cold an' the rain, sergeant,
Out o'the cold an' the rain.

'Oo's there?
A man that's too good to be lost you,

A man that is ’andled an' made-
A man that will pay what 'e cost you

In learnin' the others their trade-parade!
You're droppin' the pick o' the Army

Because you don't ’elp 'em remain, But drives 'em to cheat to get out o' the street

An' back to the Army again!

“BIRDS OF PREY” MARCH.

March! The mud is cakin' good about our

trousies. Front!—eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's

drip. Front! The faces of the women in the 'ouses

Ain't the kind o' things to take aboard the ship.

Cheer! An' we'll never march to victory.
Cheer! An' we'll never live to 'ear the cannon

roar!

The Large Birds o' Prey

They will carry us away,
An' you'll never see your soldiers any more!

Wheel! Oh, keep your touch; we're goin' round

a corner. Time!-mark time, an' let the men be'ind us

close.

Lord! the transport's full, an' 'alf our lot not on

'erCheer, O cheer! We're going off where no

one knows.

March! The Devil's none so black as 'e is

painted! Cheer! We'll 'ave some fun before we're put

away. 'Alt, an' 'and 'er out-a woman's gone and

fainted! Cheer! Get on-Gawd 'elp the married men

to-day!

Hoi! Come up, you ’ungry beggars, to yer sor

row. ('Ear them say they want their tea, an’ want it

quick!) You won't have no mind for slingers, not to-mor

rowNo; you'll put the 'tween-decks stove out, bein'

sick!

'Alt! The married kit 'as all to go before us!

'Course it's blocked the bloomin' gangway up

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Cheer, O cheer the 'Orse Guards watchin' tender

o'er us, Keepin' us since eight this mornin' in the rain!

Stuck in ’eavy marchin’-order, sopped and wring

in'Sick, before our time to watch 'er 'eave an' fall, 'Ere's your 'appy ’ome at last, an' stop your sing

in'. 'Alt! Fall in along the troop-deck! Silence all !

Cheer! For we'll never live to see no bloom

in' victory! Cheer! An' we'll never live to' ear the cannon roar! (One cheer more !)

The jackal an' the kite

Ave an 'ealthy appetite, An' you'll never see your soldiers any more!

('Ip! Urroar !)

The eagle an' the crow

They are waitin' ever so, An' you'll never see your soldiers any more !

('Ip! Urroar !)

Yes, the Large Birds o' Prey

They will carry us away,
An' you'll never see your soldiers any more!

"SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO."

As I was spittin'into the Ditch aboard o' the Croc

odile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up in the

Reg’lars' style. ’E was scrapin' the paint from off of 'er plates, an'

I sez to 'im, “Oo are you?". Sez 'e, “I'm a Jolly—'Er Majesty's Jolly-soldier

an' sailor too!" Now 'is work begins at Gawd knows when, and

'is work is never through; ’E isn't one o' the reg'lar Line, nor 'e isn't one of

the crew. ’E's a kind of a giddy harumfrodite-soldier an'

sailor too!

A.' after I met 'im all over the world, a-doin' all

kinds of things, Like landin' 'isself with a Gatlin' gun to talk to

them 'eathen kings;

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