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⁠Mad drunk and resisting the Guard
⁠'Strewth, but I socked it them hard!
⁠So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B.
⁠For "drunk and resisting the Guard."

I started o* canteen porter, I finished o' canteen beer,
But a dose o' gin that a mate slipped in, it was that that brought me here.
'Twas that and an extry double Guard that rubbed my nose in the dirt
But I fell away with the Corp'ral's stock and the best of the Corp'ral's shirt.

I left my cap in a public-house, my boots in the public road,
And Lord knows where and I don't care my belt and my tunic goed.
They'll stop my pay, they'll cut away the stripes I used to wear,
But I left my mark on the Corp'ral's face, and I think he'll keep it there!

My wife she cries on the barrack-gate, my kid in the barrackyard,
It ain't that I mind the Ord'ly room it's that that cuts so hard.
I'll take my oath before them both that I will sure abstain,
But as soon as I'm in with a mate and gin, I know I'll do it again!

⁠With a second-hand overcoat under my head,
⁠And a beautiful view of the yard,
⁠Yes, it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B.
⁠For "drunk and resisting the Guard!"
⁠Mad drunk and resisting the Guard
⁠'Strewth, but I socked it them hard!
⁠So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B.
⁠For "drunk and resisting the Guard."