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172 'E sleeps in an 'ammick instead of a cot, an' 'e drills with the deck on a slew,

An' 'e sweats like a Jolly—'Er Majesty's Jolly—soldier an' sailor too!

For there isn't a job on the top o' the earth the beggar don't know, nor do—

You can leave 'im at night on a bald man's 'ead, to paddle 'is own canoe—

'E's a sort of a bloorain' cosmopolouse—soldier an' sailor too.

We've fought 'em in trooper, we've fought 'em in dock, and drunk with 'em in betweens,

When they called us the seasick scull'ry-maids, an we called 'em the Ass Marines;

But, when we was down for a double fatigue, from Woolwich to Bernardmyo,

We sent for the Jollies—'Er Majesty's Jollies—soldier an' sailor too!

They think for 'emselves, an' they steal for 'emselves, and they never ask what's to do,

But they're camped an' fed an' they're up an' fed before our bugle's blew.

Ho! they ain't no limpin' procrastitutes—soldier an' sailor too.