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 The ex-sergeant-major, the tears in his eyes too, said:

"Well, there is men you 'as to give the C.B. to C.B. means confined to barracks

"Oh, there are!" she exclaimed. "There are And women, too Surely there are women, too

The sergeant-major said:

"Wacks, per'aps I don't know They say women's discipline is like ours Founded on hours!"

She said:

"Do you know what they used to say of the captain She said to herself: "I pray to God the stiff, fatuous beast likes sitting here listening to this stuff Blessed Virgin, mother of God, make him take me Before midnight. Before eleven As soon as we get rid of this No, he's a decent little man Blessed Virgin Do you know what they used to say of the captain I heard the warmest banker in England say it of him

The sergeant-major, his eyes enormously opened, said:

"Did you know the warmest banker in England But there, we always knew the captain was well connected She went on:

"They said of him He was always helping people Holy Mary, mother of God He's my husband It's not a sin Before midnight Oh, give me a sign Or before the termination of hostilities If you give me a sign I could wait "He helped virtuous Scotch students, and broken-down gentry And women taken in adultery All of them