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a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick:

I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick,

But I've had my fun o' the Corp'rals Guard: I've made the cinders fly,

And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drink and blacking the Corporal's eye.

With a second-hand overcoat under my head,

And a beautiful view of the yard,

Oh, it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B.

For "drunk and resisting the Guard!"

Mad drunk and resisting the Guard—

'Strewth, but I socked it them hard!

So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B.

For "drunk and resisting the Guard."

(Copyright, 1892, by Macmillan & Co.)

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