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'E sleeps in an 'ammick instead of a cot, an' 'e

drills with the deck on a slew, An' 'e sweats like a Jolly—'Er Majesty's Jolly-sol

dier an' sailor too! For there isn't a job on the top o' the earth the

beggar don't know, nor do. You can leave 'im at night on a bald man's 'ead,

to paddle 'is own canoe; 'E's a sort of a bloomin' cosmopolouse-soldier an'

sailor too.

We've fought 'em on trooper, we've fought 'em

in dock, an' drunk with 'em in betweens, When they called us the seasick scull’ry maids,

an’ we called 'em the Ass Marines; But, when we was down for a double fatigue, from

Woolwich to Bernardmyo, We sent for the Jollies—’Er Majesty's Jollies--sol

dier an' sailor too! They think for 'emselves, an' they steal for 'em

selves, and they never ask what's to do, But they're camped an' fed an' they're up an' fed

before our bugle's blew. Ho! they ain't no limpin' procrastitutes-soldier

an' sailor too.

You may say we are fond of an 'arness-cut, or

'ootin' in barrick-yards, Or startin' a Board School mutiny along o' the

Onion Guards; But once in a while we can finish in style for the

ends of the earth to view, The same as the Jollies—'er Majesty's Jollies—sol

dier an' sailor too ! They come of our lot, they was brothers to us;

they was beggars we'd met an' knew; Yes, barrin' an inch in the chest an' the arms, they

was doubles o' me an' you; For they weren't no special chrysanthemums,

soldier an' sailor too!

To take your chance in the thick of a rush, with

firing all about, Is nothing so bad when you've cover to 'and, an'

leave an' likin' to shout; But to stand an' be still to the Birkenead drill is a

damn tough bullet to chew, An' they done it, the Jollies—’Er Majesty's Jollies

—soldier an' sailor too! 'Their work was done when it ’adn't begun; they

was younger nor me an' you;

Their choice it was plain between drownin'in

'eaps an' bein' mashed by the screw, So they stood an’ was still to the Birkenead drill,

soldier an' sailor too!

We're most of us liars, we're 'arf of us thieves, an'

the rest are as rank as can be, But once in a while we can finish in style (which

l'ope it won't ’appen to me). But it makes you think better o'you an' your

friends, an' the work you may ’ave to do, When you think o’the sinkin' Victorier's Jollies~

soldier an' sailor too! Now there isn't no room for to say ye don't

know—they ’ave proved it plain and trueThat whether it's Widow, or whether it's ship,

Victorier's work is to do, An' they done it, the Jollies—’Er Majesty's Jollies

soldier an' sailor too!

SAPPERS.

wer

WHEN the Waters were dried an' the Earth did ap

pear

(“It's all one,” says the Sapper), The Lord He created the Engineer,

Her Majesty's Royal Engineer,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

When the Flood come along for an extra mon

soon, 'Twas Noah constructed the first pontoon

To the plans of Her Majesty's, etc.

But after “fatigue” in the wet an' the sun,
Old Noah got drunk, which he wouldn't ha' done

If he'd trained with, etc.

When the Tower o'Babel had mixed up men's

bat, Some clever civilian was managing that,

An' none of, etc.

When the Jews had a fight at the foot of an 'ill,
Young Joshua ordered the sun to stand still,

For he was a Captain of Engineers, etc.

When the Children of Israel made bricks without

straw, They were learnin' the regular work of our Corps,

The work of, etc.

For ever since then, if a war they would wage,
Behold us a-shinin' on history's page-

First page for, etc.

We lay down their sidings an' help 'em entrain,
An' we sweep up their mess through the bloomin'

campaign,
In the style of, etc.

They send us in front with a fuse an'a mine
To blow up the gates that are rushed by the

Line,
But bent by, etc.

They send us behind with a pick an'a spade,
To dig for the guns of a bullock-brigade

Which has asked for, etc.

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