Then mock not the African kopje, Then mock not the African kopje, One sharp and one table-topped kopje, Only two African kopjes Baited the same as before Only we've had it so often, Only we're taking no more Only a dozen voorloopers, Then mock not the African kopje, The kopje that taught us the game! O mock not the African kopje, Not even when peace has been signed— The kopje that isn't a kopje The kopje that copies its kind. You can never be sure of your kopje, But of this be you blooming well sure, That a kopje is always a kopje, THE INSTRUCTOR (Corporals) T times when under cover I have said, Α To keep my spirits up an' raise a laugh, Old Nickel Neck, 'oo isn't on the Staff- Before 'im I 'ave seen my Colonel fall, There is no sense in fleein' (I 'ave fled), An' thus in mem'ry's gratis biograph, BOOTS (Infantry Columns of the Earlier War) E'RE foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin' over WE Africa! Foot-foot-foot-foot-sloggin' over Africa— (Boots-boots-boots-boots, movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Seven-six-eleven-five-nine-an'-twenty mile to day Four-eleven-seventeen-thirty-two the day before— (Boots-boots-boots-boots, movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Don't-don't-don't-don't-look at what's in front of you (Boots-boots-boots-boots, movin' up an' down again); Men-men-men-men-men go mad with watchin' 'em, An' there's no discharge in the war. Try-try-try-try-to think o' something differentOh-my-God-keep-me from goin' lunatic! BOOTS (Boots-boots-boots-boots, movin' up an' down again!) There's no discharge in the war. Count-count-count-count-the bullets in the ban doliers; If-your-eyes-drop-they will get atop o' you (Boots-boots-boots-boots, movin' up and down again) There's no discharge in the war! We-can-stick-out-'unger, thirst, an' weariness, But-not-not-not-not the chronic sight of 'em— Boots-boots-boots-boots, movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war! "Tain't-so-bad-by-day because o' company, But night-brings-long-strings o' forty thousand million Boots-boots-boots-boots, movin' up an' down again. There's no discharge in the war! I-'ave-marched-six-weeks in 'Ell an' certify But boots-boots-boots, movin' up an' down again |