Back to the Army again, sergeant, Back to the Army again; 'Oo said I knew when the Jumner was due? I carried my slops to the tailor; I sez to 'im, ‘None o' your lip! You tight 'em over the shoulders, an' loose 'em over the 'ip, For the set o' the tunic's 'orrid. An' 'e sez to me, 'Strike me dead, But I thought you was used to the business!' an' so 'e done what I said. Back to the Army again, sergeant, Back to the Army again. Rather too free with my fancies? Wot-me? Next week I'll 'ave 'em fitted; I'll buy me a swagger cane; They'll let me free o' the barricks to walk on the Hoe again In the name o' William Parsons, that used to be Edward Clay, An' any pore beggar that wants it can draw my fourpence a day! Back to the Army again, sergeant, Back to the Army again: Out o' the cold an' the rain, sergeant, 'BACK TO THE ARMY AGAIN' 'Oo's there? A man that's too good to be lost you, A man that is 'andled an' madeA man that will pay what 'e cost you In learnin' the others their trade-parade! You're droppin' the pick o' the Army Because you don't 'elp 'em remain, But drives 'em to cheat to get out o' the street An' back to the Army again! 'BIRDS OF PREY' MARCH ARCH! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies. M Front!-eyes front, an' watch the Colour- Front! The faces of the women in the 'ouses Cheer! An' we'll never march to victory. They will carry us away, An' you'll never see your soldiers any more! Wheel! Oh, keep your touch; we're goin' round a corner. Time!-mark time, an' let the men be'ind us close. Lord! the transport's full, an' 'alf our lot not on 'erCheer, O cheer! We're going off where no one knows. March! The Devil's none so black as 'e is painted! Hoi! Come up, you 'ungry beggars, to yer sorrow. 'BIRDS OF PREY' MARCH 'Alt! The married kit 'as all to go before us! 'Course it's blocked the bloomin' gangway up again! Cheer, O cheer the 'Orse Guards watchin' tender o'er us, Keepin' us since eight this mornin' in the rain! Stuck in 'eavy marchin'-order, sopped and wringin'Sick, before our time to watch 'er 'eave an' fall, 'Ere's your 'appy 'ome at last, an' stop your singin'. 'Alt! Fall in along the troop-deck! Silence all! Cheer! For we'll never live to see no bloomin' victory! Cheer! An' we'll never live to 'ear the cannon roar! (One cheer more!) The jackal an' the kite 'Ave an 'ealthy appetite, An' you'll never see your soldiers any more! ('Ip! The eagle an' the crow They are waitin' ever so, An' you'll never see your soldiers any more! ('Ip! Yes, the Large Birds o' Prey They will carry us away, An' you'll never see your soldiers any more! 'SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO' S I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the 'Crocodile', I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up in the 'E was scrapin' the paint from off of 'er plates, an' I sez to 'im, "'Oo are you?' Sez 'e, 'I'm a Jolly-'Er Majesty's Jolly-soldier an' sailor too!' Now 'is work begins by Gawd knows when, and 'is work is never through; 'E isn't one o' the reg'lar Line, nor 'e isn't one of the crew. 'E's a kind of a giddy harumfrodite-soldier an' sailor too! An' after I met 'im all over the world, a-doin' all kinds of things, Like landin' 'isself with a Gatlin' gun to talk to them 'eathen kings; 'E sleeps in an 'ammick instead of a cot, an' 'e drills with the deck on a slew, An' 'e sweats like a Jolly-'Er Majesty's Jolly-soldier an' sailor too! For there isn't a job on the top o' the earth the beggar don't know, nor do |