OH GALLANT was our galley from… To her figurehead of silver and he… The leg—bar chafed the ankle and w… But no galley on the waters with o… Our bulkheads bulged with cotton a…

As I was spittin’ into the Ditch… I seed a man on a man-o’-war got u… 'E was scrapin’ the paint from off… Sez 'e, “I’m a Jolly —'Er Majest… Now ‘is work begins by Gawd knows…

A tinker out of Bedford, A vagrant oft in quod, A private under Fairfax, A minister of God— Two hundred years and thirty

NOW there is nothing wrong with m… Except—I think it’s called T.B. And that is why I have to lay Out in the garden all the day. Our garden is not very wide,

Kabul town’s by Kabul river– Blow the bugle, draw the sword— There I lef’ my mate for ever, Wet an’ drippin’ by the ford. Ford, ford, ford o’ Kabul river,

WHERE first by Eden Tree The Four Great Rivers ran, To each was appointed a Man Her Prince and Ruler to be. But after this was ordained

ERE the mother’s milk had dried On my lips, the Brethren came— Tore me from my nurse’s side, And bestowed on me a name Infamously overtrue—

At the eleventh hour he came, But his wages were the same As ours who all day long had trod The wine—press of the Wrath of Go… When he shouldered through the lin…

If wars were won by feasting, 0r victory by song, Or safety found in sleeping sound, How England would be strong! But honour and dominion

Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what is Art whereto we press

MARCH! The mud is cakin’ good a… Front!—eyes front, an’ watch the… Front! The faces of the women in… Ain’t the kind o’ things to take a… Cheer! An’ we’ll never march to v…

A GREAT and glorious thing it i… To learn, for seven years or so, The Lord knows what of that and t… Ere reckoned fit to face the foe — The flying bullet down the Pass,

BROKE to every known mischance,… By the light sane joy of life, the… Furious in luxury, merciless in to… Terrible with strength that draws… Strictest judge of her own worth,…

Through the Plagues of Egyp’ we w… Gettin’ down an’ shovin’ in the su… An’ you might 'ave called us dirty… An’ you might ‘ave ’eard us talkin… But the Captain ‘ad ’is jacket, a…

NO DOUBT but ye are the People… Whoso speaks in your presence must… Bowing the head in worship, bendin… Bringing the word well smoothen—su… Fenced by your careful fathers, ri…