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BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS
Before you sling your ’ook, at the ’ouse-tops take a look,
For it’s underneath the tiles they ’ide the loot.
    (Chorus.) Ow the loot, etc.

You can mostly square a Sergint an’ 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,
    (Chorus.) Bloomin’ loot.
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
(fff) Whoop ’em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
Heeya! Sick ’im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!