And what they know of powder upsets them one and all;
Then we come into action and tug the guns again--
Make way there--way for the twenty yoke
Of the Forty-Pounder train!
CAVALRY HORSES
By the brand on my shoulder, the finest of tunes
Is played by the Lancers, Hussars, and Dragoons,
And it s sweeter than Stables or Water to me--
The Cavalry Canter of Bonnie Dundee !
Then feed us and break us and handle and groom,
And give us good riders and plenty of room,
And launch us in column of squadron and see
The way of the war-horse to Bonnie Dundee !
SCREW-GUN MULES
As me and my companions were scrambling up a hill,
The path was lost in rolling stones, but we went forward still;
For we can wriggle and climb, my lads, and turn up everywhere,
Oh, it s our delight on a mountain height, with a leg or two to
spare!
Good luck to every sergeant, then, that lets us pick our road;
Bad luck to all the driver-men that cannot pack a load:
For we can wriggle and climb, my lads, and turn up everywhere,
Oh, it s our delight on a mountain height, with a leg or two to
spare!
COMMISSARIAT CAMELS
We haven t a camelty tune of our own
To help us trollop along,
But every neck is a hair trombone
(_Rtt-ta-ta-ta!_ is a hair trombone!)
And this our marching-song:
_Can t! Don t! Sha n t! Won t!_
Pass it along the line!
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