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Banjo Paterson - Fed Up
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I ain`t a timid man at all, I`m just as brave as most,
I`ll take my chance in open fight and die beside my post;
But riding round the `ole day long as target for a Krupp,
A-drawing fire from Koppies — well, I`m fair fed up.
It`s wonderful how few get hit, it`s luck that pulls us through;
Their rifle fire`s no class at all, it misses me and you;
But when they sprinkle shells around like water from a cup
From that there blooming pom-pom gun — well, I`m fed up.

We never get a chance to charge, to do a thrust and cut,
I`ll have to chuck the Cavalry and join the Mounted Fut.
But after all — What`s Mounted Fut? I saw them t`other day,
They occupied a koppie when the Boers had run away.
The Cavalry went riding on and seen a score of fights,
But there they kept them Mounted Fut three solid days and nights —
Three solid starving days and nights with scarce a bite or sup.
Well! after that on Mounted Fut I`m fair fed up.

And tramping with the Footies ain`t as easy as it looks,
They scarcely ever see a Boer except in picture books.
They do a march of twenty mile that leaves `em nearly dead,
And then they find the bloomin` Boers is twenty miles ahead.
Each Footy is as full of fight as any bulldog pup,
But walking forty miles to fight — well, I`m fed up.

So after all I think that when I leave the Cavalry
I`ll either join the ambulance or else the A.S.C.;
They`ve always tucker in the plate and coffee in the cup,
But bully beef and biscuits — well! I`m fair fed up!
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