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Banjo Paterson - Jock
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There`s a soldier that`s been doing of his share
In the fighting up and down and round about.
He`s continually marching here and there,
And he`s fighting, morning in and morning out.

The Boer, you see, he generally runs;
But sometimes, when he hides behind a rock,
And we can`t make no impression with the guns,
Oh, then you`ll hear the order, "Send for Jock!"

Yes — it`s Jock — Scotch Jock.
He`s the fellow that can give or take a knock.
For he`s hairy and he`s hard,
And his feet are by the yard,
And his face is like the face what`s on a clock.
But when the bullets fly you will mostly hear the cry —
"Send for Jock!"

The Cavalry have gun and sword and lance;
Before they choose their weapon, why, they`re dead.
The Mounted Foot are hampered in advance
By holding of their helmets on their head.

And, when the Boer has dug himself a trench
And placed his Maxim gun behind a rock,
These mounted heroes — pets of Johnny French —
They have to sit and wait and send for Jock!

Yes, the Jocks — Scotch Jocks,
With their music that`d terrify an ox!
When the bullets kick the sand
You can hear the sharp command —
"Forty-Second! At the double! Charge the rocks!"
And the charge is like a hood
When they warmed the Highland blood
Of the Jocks!
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