Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/79

Rh Three days' casual on the bust,"—

Get your fun for old sake's sake.

I could never stand the Plains,

Think of blazing June and May,

Think of those September rains

Yearly till the Judgment Day!

I should never rest in peace,

I should sweat and lie awake.

Rail me then, on my decease,

To the Hills for old sake's sake.