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Ho! get away, you bullock-man, you’ve’eard the bugle blowed,
There’s a regiment a-comin’ down the Grand Trunk Road.
With its best foot first
And the road a-sliding past,
An’ every bloomin’ campin’-ground exactly like the last;
While the Big Drum says,
With ’is ‘rowdy-dowdy-dow!’—
‘Kiko kissywarsti don’t you hamsher argyjow?’[1]
There’s a regiment a-comin’ down the Grand Trunk Road.
With its best foot first
And the road a-sliding past,
An’ every bloomin’ campin’-ground exactly like the last;
While the Big Drum says,
With ’is ‘rowdy-dowdy-dow!’—
‘Kiko kissywarsti don’t you hamsher argyjow?’[1]
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