Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/355

 LOOT

you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,

If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,

If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aver sack,

You will understand this little song o' mine.

But the service rules are 'ard, and from such we are debarred,

For the same with English morals does not suit.

(Cornet: Toot! toot!)

W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber

With the—

(Chorus.) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot!

Ow the loot!

Bloomin' loot!

That's the thing to make the boys git up an' shoot!