LOOT If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line, If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack, You will understand this little song o' mine. But the service rules are 'ard, an' from such we are debarred, For the same with British morals does not suit (Cornet: Toot! toot!) W'y they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber With the (Chorus.) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot! 'Ow the loot ! Bloomin' loot ! That's the thing to make the boys git up and shoot! It's the same with dogs an' men, If you'd make 'em come again Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! (f) Whoopee! Tear 'em, puppy! Loo! loo! Loot-plunder. If you've knocked a nigger edgeways when 'e's thrustin' for your life, You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell; An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is knife That you ain't told off to bury him as well. Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under Why lootin' should be entered as a crime; So if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an' clear 'Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime (Chorus.) With the loot, etc. Now remember when you're 'acking round a gilded That 'is eyes is very often precious stones; 'E's like to show you everything 'e owns. When 'e won't prodooce no more, pour some water on the floor Where you 'ear it answer 'ollow to the boot (Cornet: Toot! toot!) · When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down the chink, An' you're sure to touch the (Chorus.) Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot! 'Ow the loot, etc. Loot When from 'ouse to 'ouse you're 'untin' you must always work in pairs — It 'alves the gain, but safer you will find For a single man gits bottled on them twisty-wisty stairs, An' a woman comes and clobs 'im from be'ind. When you've turned 'im inside out, an' it seems beyond a doubt As if there were n't enough to dust a flute (Cornet: Toot! toot!) — Before you sling your 'ook, at the 'ousetops take a look, For it's underneath the tiles they 'ide the loot. (Chorus.) 'Ow the loot, etc. You can mostly square a Sergint and a Quartermaster, too, If you only take the proper way to go; I could never keep my pickin's, but I've learned you all I knew An' don't you never say I told you so. An' now I'll bid good-by, for I'm gettin' rather dry, An' I see another tunin' up to toot (Cornet: Toot! toot !) — So 'ere's good-luck to those that wears the Widow's clo'es, An' the Devil send 'em all they want o' loot! (Chorus.) Yes, the loot, Bloomin' loot. The Widow-Queen Victoria. In the tunic an' the mess-tin an' the boot! It's the same with dogs an' men, If you'd make 'em come again Whoop 'em forward with the Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot! Heeya! Sick 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu ! Loot! loot! loot! SOLDIER, SOLDIER "Soldier, soldier come from the wars, Why don't you march with my true love?" "We're fresh from off the ship, an' 'e's maybe give the slip, An' you'd best go look for a new love." New love! True love! Best go look for a new love, The dead they can not rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes, An' you'd best go look for a new love. "Soldier, soldier come from the wars, What did you see o' my true love?" "I see 'im serve the Queen in a suit o' rifle-green, An' you'd best go look for a new love." "Soldier, soldier come from the wars, Did ye see no more o' my true love?" "See 'im runnin' by when the shots begun to flyBut you'd best go look for a new love." 66 'Soldier, soldier come from the wars, Did aught take 'arm to my true love?" "I couldn't see the fight, for the smoke it lay so white An' you'd best go look for a new love." |