Barrack Room Ballads

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—'Tss! 'Tss! For you all love the screw–guns—the screw–guns they all love you!

So when we call round with a few guns, o' course you will know what to do—hoo! hoo!

Jest send in your Chief an' surrender— it's worse if you fights or you runs:

You can go where you please, you can skid up the trees, but you don't get away from the guns!

They sends us along where the roads are, but mostly we goes where they ain't:

We'd climb up the side of a sign–board an' trust to the stick o' the paint:

We've chivied the Naga an' Looshai, we've give the Afreedeeman fits,

For we fancies ourselves at two thousand, we guns that are built in two bits

—'Tss! 'Tss! For you all love the screw–guns…

If a man doesn't work, why, we drills 'im an' teaches 'im 'ow to behave;

If a beggar can't march, why, we kills 'im an' rattles 'im into 'is grave.

You've got to stand up to our business an' spring without snatchin' or fuss.

D'you say that you sweat with the field–guns?