Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/380

196 The Colonel an' the regiment an' all who've got to stay,

Gawd's mercy strike 'em gentle—Whoop! we're goin' 'ome to-day.

We're goin' 'ome, we're goin' 'ome,

Our ship is at the shore,

An' you must pack your 'aversack,

For we won't come back no more.

Ho, don't you grieve for me,

My lovely Mary-Ann,

For I'll marry you yit on a fourp'ny bit

As a time-expired man.