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Rudyard Kipling - Belts
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There was a row in Silver Street that`s near to Dublin Quay,
Between an Irish regiment an` English cavalree;
It started at Revelly an` it lasted on till dark:
The first man dropped at Harrison`s, the last forninst the Park.
    For it was: — "Belts, belts, belts, an` that`s one for you!"
    An` it was "Belts, belts, belts, an` that`s done for you!"
    O buckle an` tongue
    Was the song that we sung
    From Harrison`s down to the Park!
 
There was a row in Silver Street — the regiments was out,
They called us "Delhi Rebels", an` we answered "Threes about!"
That drew them like a hornet`s nest — we met them good an` large,
The English at the double an` the Irish at the charge.
    Then it was: — "Belts . . .
 
There was a row in Silver Street — an` I was in it too;
We passed the time o` day, an` then the belts went whirraru!
I misremember what occurred, but subsequint the storm
A ~Freeman`s Journal Supplemint~ was all my uniform.
    O it was: — "Belts . . .
 
There was a row in Silver Street — they sent the Polis there,
The English were too drunk to know, the Irish didn`t care;
But when they grew impertinint we simultaneous rose,
Till half o` them was Liffey mud an` half was tatthered clo`es.
    For it was: — "Belts . . .
 
There was a row in Silver Street — it might ha` raged till now,
But some one drew his side-arm clear, an` nobody knew how;
`Twas Hogan took the point an` dropped; we saw the red blood run:
An` so we all was murderers that started out in fun.
    While it was: — "Belts . . .
 
There was a row in Silver Street — but that put down the shine,
Wid each man whisperin` to his next:  "`Twas never work o` mine!"
We went away like beaten dogs, an` down the street we bore him,
The poor dumb corpse that couldn`t tell the bhoys were sorry for him.
    When it was: — "Belts . . .
 
There was a row in Silver Street — it isn`t over yet,
For half of us are under guard wid punishments to get;
`Tis all a merricle to me as in the Clink I lie:
There was a row in Silver Street — begod, I wonder why!
    But it was: — "Belts, belts, belts, an` that`s one for you!"
    An` it was "Belts, belts, belts, an` that`s done for you!"
    O buckle an` tongue
    Was the song that we sung
    From Harrison`s down to the Park!
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