Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/351

 OONTS

(NORTHERN INDIA TRANSPORT TRAIN)

makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes him to perspire?

It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' down to fire:

But it's everlastin' waitin' on a everlastin' road

For the commissariat camel an' 'is commissariat load.

O the oont, O the oont, O the commissariat oont!

With 'is silly neck a-bobbin' like a basket full o' snakes;

We packs 'im like an idol, an' you ought to 'ear 'im grunt,

An' when we gets 'im loaded up 'is blessed girth-rope breaks.

Wot makes the rear-guard swear so 'ard when night is drorin' in,

An' every native follower is shiverin' for 'is skin?