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164 An' fourpence a day for baccy—an' bloomin' gen'rous, too;

An' now you can make your fortune—the same as your orf'cers do.'

Back to the Army again, sergeant,

Back to the Army again;

'Ow did I learn to do right-about-turn?

I'm back to the Army again!

A man o' four-an'-twenty that 'asn't learned of a trade—

Beside 'Reserve' agin' him—'e'd better be never made.

I tried my luck for a quarter, an' that was enough for me,

An' I thought of 'Er Majesty's barricks, an' I thought I'd go an' see.

Back to the Army again, sergeant,

Back to the Army again;

'Tisn't my fault if I dress when I 'alt—

I'm back to the Army again!