532 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
An' the Mauser-bird stops an' the jackals begin, An' the 'orse-guard comes up and the Gunners 'ook in As a 'int to the -pompom an* six 'undred men. . .
Off through the dark with the stars to rely on (Alpha Centauri an' somethin' Orion) Moves the section, etc.
Same bloomin' 'ole which the ant-bear 'as broke, Same bloomin' stumble an' same bloomin' joke Down the section, etc.
Same "which is right?" where the cart-tracks divide, Same "give it up" from the same clever guide To the section, etc.
Same tumble-down on the same 'idden farm, Same white-eyed Kaffir 'oo gives the alarm . '" Of the section, etc.
Same shootin' wild at the end o' the night, Same flyin'-tackle an' same messy fight, By the section, etc.
Same ugly 'iccup an' same 'orrid squeal, When it's too dark to see an' it's too late to feel In the section, etc.
(Same batch of prisoners, 'airy an' still, Watchin' their comrades bolt over the 'ill From the section, etc.)
Same chilly glare in the eye of the sun As 'e gets up displeasured to see what was done By the section, etc
