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 So8 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE

'Is mare she neighs the 'ole day long,

She paws the 'ole night through,

An' she won't take 'er feed 'cause o' waitin' for 'is step, Which is just what a beast would do.

'Is girl she goes with a bombardier

Before 'er month is through; An* the banns are up in church, for she's got the beggar

hooked, Which is just what a girl would do.

We fought 'bout a dog last week it were

No more than a round or two; But I strook 'im cruel 'ard, an' I wish I 'adn't now, Which is just what a man can't do.

'E was all that I 'ad in the way of a friend,

An' I've 'ad to find one new;

But Td give my pay an' stripe for to get the beggar back, Which it's just too late to do.

So if s knock out your pipes an* follow me ! An if s finish up your swipes an' follow me ! Ohj 'ark to the fifes a-crawlin' ! Follow me follow me 'ome !

Take 'im away ! 'E's gone where the best men go. Take 'im away ! An the gun-wheels turnin' slow. Take 'im away ! There's more from the place 'e come. Take 'im .away, with the limber an' the drum.

For if s" Three rounds blank" an follow me, An* it's "Thirteen rank" an' follow me; Oh> passin' the love o' women, Follow me follow me 'ome !