![]() This ’appened in a battle to a batt’ry of the corps, If you’ve ever stole a pheasant-egg be’ind the keeper’s back, Wot makes the soldier’s ’eart to penk, wot makes him to perspire? I’ve a head like a concertina: I’ve a tongue like a button-stick, Smokin’ my pipe on the mountings, sniffin’ the mornin’ cool, We’ve fought with many men acrost the seas, I went into a public-’ouse to get a pint o’ beer, ‘What are the bugles blowin’ for?’ said Files-on-Parade, Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Winds of the World, give answer? They are whimpering to and fro-, ![]() When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold, ![]() Read here: This is the story of Evarra-man-, Seven men from all the world, back to docks again, The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck, When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Oh East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,Ībdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told, ![]()
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