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168 That is what we are known as—that is the song you must say

When you want men to be Mausered at one and a penny a day;

We are no five-bob colonials—we are the 'ome-made supply,

Ask for the London Ikonas! Ring up the —— M. I.!

I wish myself could talk to myself as I left 'im a year ago;

I could tell 'im a lot that would save 'im a lot on the things that 'e ought to know!

When I think o' that ignorant barrack-bird, it almost makes me cry.

I used to belong in an Army once

(Gawd! what a rum little Army once),

Red little, dead little Army once!

But now I am M. I.!

That is what we are known as—we are the men that have been

Over a year at the business, smelt it an' felt it an' seen.