VERSES FROM THE

PROSE WORKS

VERSES FROM THE

PROSE WORKS

DON'T YOU 'EED WHAT A GIRL SAYS

My girl she give me the go oncet,
When I was a London lad,

An' I went on a drunk for a fortnight,
An' then I went to the bad.

The queen she gave me a shillin',
To fight for 'er over the seas;
But guv'ment built me a fever-trap,
An' Injia gave me disease.

(Chorus.) Ho! don't you 'eed what a girl says, An' don't you go for the beer,

But I was an ass when I was at grass,
An' that is why I'm 'ere.

I fired a shot at an Afghan;

The beggar 'e fired again ;

An' I lay on my bed with a 'ole in my 'ead,

An' missed the next campaign!

I up with my gun at a Burman

Who carried a bloomin' dah,

But the cartridge stuck an' the bay'nit bruk,
An' all I got was the scar.

Dah: Burman for machete.

(Chorus.) Ho! don't you aim at a Afghan

When you stand on the sky-line clear; An' don't you go for a Burman

If none o' your friends is near.

I served my time for a corp'ral,

An' wetted my stripes with pop;

For I went on the bend with an intimate
friend,

An' finished the night in the shop.
I served my time for a sergeant;

The colonel 'e sez "No!

The most you'll be is a full C. B.,"
An'- very next night 't was so.

(Chorus.) Ho! don't you go for a corp'ral,
Unless your 'ead is clear;

But I was an ass when I was at grass,
An' that is why I'm 'ere.

I've tasted the luck o' the army
In barrack an' camp an' clink,
An' I lost my tip through the bloomin' trip,
Along o' the women an' drink,

I'm down at the heel o' my service,

An' when I am laid on the shelf,

My very worst friend from beginning to end,
By the blood of a mouse, was myself.

C. B. Confined to Barracks.

Verses from the Prose Works

(Chorus.) Ho! don't you 'eed what a girl says,
An' don't you go for the beer;

But I was an ass when I was at grass,
An' that is why I'm 'ere.

THE DECENT MAN

He must be a man of decent height,
He must be a man of weight,

He must come home on a Saturday night
In a thoroughly sober state;

He must know how to love me,

And he must know how to kiss ;
And if he 's enough to keep us both
I can't refuse him bliss.

ALL THE WAY TO KANDAHAR

Then we brought the lances down, then the bugles blew,
When we went to Kandahar, ridin' two an' two.
Ridin', ridin', ridin', two an' two,
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra,

All the way to Kandahar, ridin' two an' two.

THEEBAU, THE BURMAH KING

Theebau, the Burmah king, did a very foolish thing When 'e mustered 'ostile forces in ar-rai.

'E little thought that we, from far across the sea, Would send our armies up to Mandalai!