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Rudyard Kipling - Cells
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I`ve a head like a concertina:  I`ve a tongue like a button-stick:
I`ve a mouth like an old potato, and I`m more than a little sick,
But I`ve had my fun o` the Corp`ral`s Guard:  I`ve made the cinders fly,
And I`m here in the Clink for a thundering drink
          and blacking the Corporal`s eye.
    With a second-hand overcoat under my head,
    And a beautiful view of the yard,
  O 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."
 
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 barrack-yard,
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."
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