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 With its best foot first And the road a-sliding past, An' every blooming campin'-ground exactly like the last; While the Big Drum says, With 'is "rowdy-dowdy-dow!"— "Kiko kissywarsti don't you hamsher argy jow?"

Oh, there's them Injian temples to admire when you see. There's the peacock round the corner an* the monkey up the tree, An' there's that rummy silver-grass a-wavin* in the wind, An' the old Grand Trunk a-trailin' like a rifle-sling be'ind. While it's best foot first,. ..

At half-past five's Revelly, an' our tents they down must come, Like a lot of button-mushrooms when you pick 'em up at 'ome. But it's over in a minute, an' at six the column starts, While the women and the kiddies sit an' shiver in the carts. An it's best foot first,. ..

Oh, then it's open order, an' we lights our pipes an' sings, An' we talks about our rations an' a lot of other things, An' we thinks o' friends in England, an' we wonders what they're at, An' 'ow they would admire for to hear us sling the bat. An' it's best foot first,. ..

It's none so bad o' Sundays, when you're lyin' at your ease, To watch the kites a-wheelin' round them feather-'eaded trees,