‘SNARLEYOW’
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An’ when the smoke ’ad cleared away, before the limber wheels,
There lay the Driver’s Brother with ’is ’ead between ’is ’eels.
There lay the Driver’s Brother with ’is ’ead between ’is ’eels.
Then sez the Driver’s Brother, an’ ’is words was very plain,
‘For Gawd's own sake get over me, an’ put me out o’ pain.’
They saw ’is wounds was mortial, an’ they judged that it was best,
So they took an’ drove the limber straight across ’is back an’ chest.
‘For Gawd's own sake get over me, an’ put me out o’ pain.’
They saw ’is wounds was mortial, an’ they judged that it was best,
So they took an’ drove the limber straight across ’is back an’ chest.
The Driver’e give nothin’ ’cept a little coughin’ grunt,
But ’e swung ’is ’orses ’andsome when it came to ‘Action front!’
An’ if one wheel was juicy, you may lay your Monday head
’Twas juicier for the niggers when the case begun to spread.
But ’e swung ’is ’orses ’andsome when it came to ‘Action front!’
An’ if one wheel was juicy, you may lay your Monday head
’Twas juicier for the niggers when the case begun to spread.
The moril of this story, it is plainly to be seen:
You ’avn’t got no families when servin’ of the Queen—
You ’avn’t got no families when servin’ of the Queen—
