Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/395

Rh When we rode Hell-for-leather

Both squadrons together,

That didn't care whether we lived or we died.

But it's no use desparin', my wife must go charin'

An' me commissairin' the pay-bills to better,

So if me you be'old

In the wet and the cold,

By the Grand Metropold won't you give me a letter?

(Full Chorus.) Give 'im a letter—

Can't do no better

Late Troop-Sergeant Major an'—runs with a letter!

Think what 'e's been,

Think what 'e's seen,

Think of his pensions an'——

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