TROOPIN’
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The Malabar’s in ’arbour with the Jumner at ’er tail,
An’ the time-expired’s waitin’ of ’is orders for to sail.
Ho! the weary waitin’ when on Khyber ’ills we lay,
But the time-expired’s waitin’ of ’is orders ’ome to-day.
An’ the time-expired’s waitin’ of ’is orders for to sail.
Ho! the weary waitin’ when on Khyber ’ills we lay,
But the time-expired’s waitin’ of ’is orders ’ome to-day.
They’ll turn us out at Portsmouth wharf in cold an’ wet an’ rain,
All wearin’ Injian cotton kit, but we will not complain;
They’ll kill us of pneumonia—for that’s their little way—
But damn the chills and fever, men, we’re goin’ ome to-day!
All wearin’ Injian cotton kit, but we will not complain;
They’ll kill us of pneumonia—for that’s their little way—
But damn the chills and fever, men, we’re goin’ ome to-day!
Troopin’, troopin’, winter’s round again!
See the new draf’s pourin’ in for the old campaign;
Ho, you poor recruities, but you’ve got to earn your pay—
What’s the last from Lunnon, lads? We’re goin’ there to-day.
See the new draf’s pourin’ in for the old campaign;
Ho, you poor recruities, but you’ve got to earn your pay—
What’s the last from Lunnon, lads? We’re goin’ there to-day.
Troopin’, troopin’, give another cheer—
’Ere’s to English women an’ a quart of English beer;
’Ere’s to English women an’ a quart of English beer;
