Through the Plagues of Egyp'
we was chasin' Arabi,
Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun;
An' you might 'ave called us dirty,
an' you might ha' called us dry,
An' you might 'ave 'eard us
talkin' at the gun.
But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket,
an' the jacket it was new -
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the wettin' of the jacket
is the proper thing to do,
Nor we didn't keep 'im waitin' very long.
One day they gave us orders
for to shell a sand redoubt,
Loadin' down the axle-arms with case;
But the Captain knew 'is dooty,
an' he took the crackers out
An' he put some proper liquor in its place.
An' the Captain saw the shrapnel,
which is six-an'-thirty clear.
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
"Will you draw the weight,"
sez 'e, "or will you draw the beer?"
An' we didn't keep
'im waiting very long.
For the Captain, etc.
Then we trotted gentle,
not to break the bloomin' glass,
Though the Arabites 'ad
all their ranges marked;
But we dursn't 'ardly gallop,
for the most was bottled Bass,
An' we'd dreamed of it
since we was disembarked.
So we fired economic with
the shells we 'ad in 'and,
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
But the beggars under cover
'ad the impidence to stand,
An' we couldn't keep 'em
waitin' very long.
And the Captain, etc.
So we finished 'arf the liquor
(an' the Captain took champagne),
An' the Arabites was shootin'
all the while;
An' we left our wounded
'appy with the empties on the plain,
An' we used the bloomin'
guns for projectile!
We limbered up an' galloped --
there were nothin' else to do --
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the Battery came a-boundin'
like a boundin' kangaroo,
But they didn't watch us comin' very long.
As the Captain, etc.
We was goin' most extended --
we was drivin' very fine,
An' the Arabites were loosin'
'igh an' wide,
Till the Captain took the glassy
with a rattlin' right incline,
An' we dropped upon
their 'eads the other side.
Then we give 'em quarter --
such as 'adn't up and cut,
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the Captain stood a limberful
of fizzy -- somethin' Brutt,
But we didn't leave it fizzing very long.
For the Captain, etc.
We might ha' been court-martialled,
but it all come out all right
When they signalled us to join the main command.
There was every round expended,
there was every gunner tight,
An' the Captain waved a corkscrew in 'is 'and.
But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, etc.
- Rudyard Kipling
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