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For they was odd-most awful odd
But all the same now they are o'er,' There must be 'eaps o' plenty such, An' if I wait I'll see some more.
Oh, I 'ave come upon the books,
An' frequent broke a barrick-rule,
Nor never grutched the price I paid,
Admirin' 'ow the world was made.
Be'old a cloud upon the beam,
An' 'umped above the sea appears
That no one's lit for years an' years!
With six years' service to 'is name.
My girl she said, "Oh, stay with me!"
They must 'ave gone with all the restWith all the rest which I 'ave seen
An' found an' known an' met along. I cannot say the things I feel,
And so I sing my evenin' song:
"THE SERVICE MAN”
"TOMMY" you was when it began,
But now that it is o'er
You shall be called The Service Man
Batt'ry, brigade, flank, centre, van,
From 'Alifax to 'Industan,
THE ABSENT-MINDED BEGGAR
WHEN you've shouted "Rule Britannia,” when you've sung "God save the Queen,"
When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth, Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tambourine
For a gentleman in kharki ordered South?
He's an absent-minded beggar, and his weaknesses are greatBut we and Paul must take him as we find him—
He is out on active service, wiping something off a slate-
(and who's to look after their things?) Pass the hat for your credit's sake,
There are girls he married secret, asking no permission to,
For he knew he wouldn't get it if he did.
There is gas and coals and vittles, and the house-rent falling due,
And it's more than rather likely there's a kid.
There are girls he walked with casual. They'll be sorry now he's gone,
For an absent-minded beggar they will find him, But it ain't the time for sermons with the winter coming on. We must help the girl that Tommy's left behind him! Cook's son-duke's son-son of a belted earl—
Son of a Lambeth publican-it's all the same to-day! Each of 'em doing his country's work
(and who's to look after the girl?) Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay-pay-pay!
There are families by thousands, far too proud to beg or speak,
'Cause the man that earns the wage is ordered out. He's an absent-minded beggar, but he heard his country call, And his reg'ment didn't need to send to find him! He chucked his job and joined it-so the job before us all Is to help the home that Tommy's left behind him! Duke's job-cook's job-gardener, baronet, groom
Mews or palace or paper-shop, there's someone gone away! Each of 'em doing his country's work
(and who's to look after the room
Pass the hat for your credit's sake,
Let us manage so as, later, we can look him in the face,
That, while he saved the Empire, his employer saved his place And his mates (that's you and me) looked out for her.
He's an absent-minded beggar and he may forget it all,
So we'll help the homes that Tommy left behind him! Cook's home-Duke's home-home of a millionaire,
(Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!) Each of 'em doing his country's work
(and what have you got to spare?) Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay-pay-pay!
(English Irregular discharged)
ME THAT 'ave been what I've been—
Me that 'ave seen what I've seen
'Ow can I ever take on
With awful old England again,
Me that 'ave been what I've been?
Me that 'ave watched 'arf a world
An' as soon as the mist let 'em through
Three sides of a ninety-mile square,
Me that 'ave rode through the dark
As much as a mile to the post,
An' "mind you come back with the change"!
Me that saw Barberton took
When we dropped through the clouds on their 'ead,