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’Taught me the gipsy-folks' bolee; *

Kind of volcano she were, For she knifed me one night 'cause I wished she

was white, And I learned about women from 'er.

Then I come 'ome in the trooper,

'Long of a kid o'sixteenGirl from a convent at Meerut,

The straightest I ever ’ave seen. Love at first sight was 'er trouble,

She didn't know what it were; An' I wouldn't do such, 'cause I liked 'er too much,

But I learned about women from 'er!

I've taken my fun where I've found it,

An' now I must pay for my fun,
For the more you ‘ave known o' the others

The less will you settle to one;
An' the end of it's sittin' and thinkin',

An' dreamin' Hell-fires to see;
So be warned by my lot (which I know you will

not), An' learn about women from me!

* Slang.

What did the colonel's lady think?

Nobody never knew.
Somebody asked the sergeant's wife,

An' she told 'em true.
When you get to a man in the case,

They're like as a row of pins-
For the colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady

Are sisters under their skins !

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There was Rundle, Station Master,

An' Beazeley of the Rail,
An’’Ackman, Commissariat,

An' 'Donkin o' the Jail;
An' Blake, Conductor-Sargent,

Our Master twice was 'e,
With 'im that kept the Europe shop,

Old Framjee Eduljee.

Outside" Sergeant ! Sir! Salute! Salaam !InsideBrother," an' it doesn't do no 'arm. We met upon the Level an' we parted on the

Square, An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother Lodge out


We'd Bola Nath, Accountant,

An' Saul the Aden Jew,
An’ Din Mohammed, draughtsman
Of the Survey Office too;

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