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 M. I.

(MOUNTED INFANTRY OF THE LINE)

my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm,

And a knife and a spoon in my putties that I found on a Boer farm.

Atop of a sore-backed Argentine, with a thirst that you couldn't buy.

I used to be in the Yorkshires once

(Sussex, Lincolns, and Rifles once),

Hampshires, Glosters, and Scottish once! (ad lib.)

But now I am M. I.

That is what we are known as—that is the name you must call

If you want officers' servants, pickets an' 'orse-guards an' all— 163