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204 'Ow did 'e get 'is buggy?

Gawd, you needn't ask!

'Made 'is forty gallon

Out of every cask!

Watch 'im, with 'is 'air cut,

Count us filin' by—

Won't the Colonel praise 'is

Pop—u—lar—i—ty!

We 'ave scores to settle—

Scores for more than beer;

She's the girl to pay 'em—

That is why we're 'ere!

See the chaplain thinkin'?

See the women smile?

Twig the married winkin'

As they take the aisle?

Keep your side-arms quiet,

Dressin' by the Band.

Ho! You 'oly beggars,

Cough be'ind your 'and!