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 Mad drunk and resisting the Guard 'Strewth, but I socked it them hard! So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B. For "drunk and resisting the Guard."

I started o* canteen porter, I finished o' canteen beer, But a dose o' gin that a mate slipped in, it was that that brought me here. 'Twas that and an extry double Guard that rubbed my nose in the dirt But I fell away with the Corp'ral's stock and the best of the Corp'ral's shirt.

I left my cap in a public-house, my boots in the public road, And Lord knows where and I don't care my belt and my tunic goed. They'll stop my pay, they'll cut away the stripes I used to wear, But I left my mark on the Corp'ral's face, and I think he'll keep it there!

My wife she cries on the barrack-gate, my kid in the barrackyard, It ain't that I mind the Ord'ly room it's that that cuts so hard. I'll take my oath before them both that I will sure abstain, But as soon as I'm in with a mate and gin, I know I'll do it again!

With a second-hand overcoat under my head, And a beautiful view of the yard, Yes, it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B. For "drunk and resisting the Guard!" Mad drunk and resisting the Guard 'Strewth, but I socked it them hard! So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B. For "drunk and resisting the Guard."