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                     cap with hackle plume and accoutrements, with epaulette, gilt chevrons
                     and sabretache, his breast bright with medals, toes the line. He gives
                     the pilgrim warrior’s sign of the knights templars.)

                                             major tweedy
       (Growls gruffly.) Rorke’s Drift! Up, guards, and at them! Mahal shalal

                                              private carr
       I’ll do him in.

                                            private compton
       (Waves the crowd back.) Fair play, here. Make a bleeding butcher’s shop of
the bugger.

              (Massed bands blare Garryowen and God save the king.)

                                             cissy caffrey
       They’re going to fight. For me!

                                               cunty kate
       The brave and the fair.

                                             biddy the clap
       Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the best.

                                               cunty kate
       (Blushing deeply.) Nay, Madam. The gules doublet and merry Saint
George for me!

                                The harlot’s cry from street to street
                                Shall weave old Ireland’s windingsheet.

                                              private carr
       (Loosening his belt, shouts.) I’ll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says
a word against my bleeding fucking king.

       (Shakes Cissy Caffrey’s shoulders.) Speak, you! Are you struck dumb? You