Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/358

174 Before you sling your 'ook, at the 'ouse-tops take a look,

For it's underneath the tiles they 'ide the loot.

(Chorus.) Ow the loot, etc.

You can mostly square a Sergint an' a Quartermaster too,

If you only take the proper way to go;

I could never keep my pickin's, but I've learned you all I knew—

An' don't you never say I told you so.

An' now I'll bid good-by, for I'm gettin' rather dry,

An' I see another tunin' up to toot (Cornet: Toot! toot)—!

So 'ere's good-luck to those that wears the Widow's clo'es,

An' the Devil send 'em all they want o' loot!

(Chorus.) Yes, the loot,

Bloomin' loot.

In the tunic an' the mess-tin an' the boot!

It's the same with dogs an' men,

If you'd make 'em come again

(fff) Whoop 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!

Heeya! Sick 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!