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The young recruit is 'appy-'e throws a chest to

suit; You see 'im grow mustaches; you 'ear 'im slap 'is

boot; 'E learns to drop the “ bloodies” from every word

he slings, An' 'e shows an 'ealthy brisket when 'e strips for

bars an' rings.

The cruel tyrant sergeants they watch 'im 'arf a

year; They watch 'im with 'is comrades, they watch 'im

with 'is beer; They watch 'im with the women, at the regi

mental dance, And the cruel tyrant sergeants send 'is name along

for “Lance.”

An' now 'e's 'arf o' nothin', an' all a private yet, 'Is room they up an' rags 'im to see what they will

get; They rags 'im low an' cunnin', each dirty trick

they can, But 'e learns to sweat 'is temper an' 'e learns to

know 'is man.

An', last, a Colour-Sergeant, as such to be

obeyed, 'E leads 'is men at cricket, 'e leads 'em on parade; They sees 'em quick an' 'andy, uncommon set an'

smart, An’so 'e talks to orficers which ’ave the Core at

'eart.

'E learns to do 'is watchin' without it showin'

plain; ’E learns to save a dummy, an’ shove 'im straight

again; ’E learns to check a ranker that's buyin' leave to

shirk; An' 'e learns to make men like 'im so they'll learn

to like their work.

An' when it comes to marchin' he'll see their socks

are right, An' when it comes to action 'e shows 'em 'ow to

sight; ’E knows their ways of thinkin' and just what's in

their mind; ’E feels when they are comin' on an' when they've

fell be’ind.

'E knows each talkin' corpril that leads a squad

astray; 'E feels 'is innards 'eavin', 'is bowels givin'

way; 'E sees the blue-white faces all tryin' 'ard to

grin, An' 'e stands an’ waits an' suffers till it's time to

cap 'em in.

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An' now the hugly bullets come peckin' through

the dust, An' no one wants to face 'em, but every beggar

must; So, like a man in irons which isn't glad to go, They moves 'em off by companies uncommon

stiff an' slow.

Of all 'is five years' schoolin' they don't remember

much Excep' the not retreatin', the step an' keepin'

touch. It looks like teachin' wasted when they duck an'

spread an’’op, But if 'e 'adn't learned 'em they'd be all about the

shop!

An' now it's “'Do goes backward ?” an' now it's

"'Do comes on?”. An' now it's “Get the doolies,” an' now the

captain's gone; An' now it's bloody murder, but all the while they.

'ear 'Is voice, the same as barrick drill, a-shepherdin'

the rear.

'E's just as sick as they are, 'is 'eart is like to

split, But 'e works 'em, works 'em, works 'em till 'e

feels 'em take the bit; The rest is 'oldin' steady till the watchful bugles

play, An' 'e lifts 'em, lifts 'em, lifts 'em through the

charge that wins the day!

The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood

an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is own; The 'eathen in 'is blindness must end where 'e

began, But the backbone of the Army is the noncom

missioned man !

Keep away from dirtiness keep away from

mess. Don't get into doin' things rather-more-or-less ! Let's ha' done with abby-nay, kul, an' hazar-ho; Mind you keep your rifle an' yourself jus' so!

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