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Show THE PLAINT OF TOMMY ATKINS. ' (AFTER KIPLING.) (Additional British regiments have been; ordered to the Cape.) They're draft!: me to Hafrica to win, away a score Contracted with the Dutchman, long acorn aco-rn ey re talkin big and 'igh, but you bet t yuur bioomin heye ' il a iiou me- men is snoutin' that'll show l Where marehin' on Johannesburg a 'un- . dred thousand strong, T.-lnjioer bJLVIIets PoPPin' ail around. It 3 Private Thomas A. must face the fun I that day. An' proper 'ot 'e'll find it I'll be bound. They're sendin.' hout the pick of us. tho Orse, and Foot, and Guns; There's 'Ighlandt-rs and Hirish 'era ' galore, All s-poilin' for a fight, an' prospects do look bright We know, for we've took luncheon 'ere ; before. We picnicked at 'Ingogo an at hold Majuba ill (Where Collej-, the pore beggar, got 'la Oh, the foo w-as fond an' free, an' "13 aim it seem to me, Wa. just ai good two mil awav :ia close. Red Gormnrr o' the Leinsters ('e's a daiv in' a row). J "There's Hirish with hold Kruger too" sez 'e. "So you mustn't blow me heye If no rifle's kickin' 'jgh. I couldn't shoot a. Corkman round a tree. An Hirihman is Ilirish and a Boer is a brick. And 'tii only for the fight in that I'm ere; Were I ort the other side, in the trade I'd take more, pride, I'd sell my kit an carcass to ye dear." They're draftin' me to Natal which I wish that they wajs not, For I'm sick o' silly rows an' nought to sain; ( An thy rail rap "noble Thomas," which " I x iwiow is tommy roi, , With tho measly bob a day- that they are pnyin . The Frenchie is fair game and the Turk is custard pie. But the Boer's a sharpshooter with a 'ead: When e's poppm round a rock like a hautomatie: clock, Oh! you never feel the shock for you are dead. |
