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Rudyard Kipling - Danny Deever
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"What are the bugles blowin` for?" said Files-on-Parade.
"To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on-Parade.
"I`m dreadin` what I`ve got to watch", the Colour-Sergeant said.
    For they`re hangin` Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,
    The regiment`s in `ollow square — they`re hangin` him to-day;
    They`ve taken of his buttons off an` cut his stripes away,
    An` they`re hangin` Danny Deever in the mornin`.
 
"What makes the rear-rank breathe so `ard?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It`s bitter cold, it`s bitter cold", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What makes that front-rank man fall down?" said Files-on-Parade.
"A touch o` sun, a touch o` sun", the Colour-Sergeant said.
    They are hangin` Danny Deever, they are marchin` of `im round,
    They `ave `alted Danny Deever by `is coffin on the ground;
    An` `e`ll swing in `arf a minute for a sneakin` shootin` hound —
    O they`re hangin` Danny Deever in the mornin`!
 
"`Is cot was right-`and cot to mine", said Files-on-Parade.
"`E`s sleepin` out an` far to-night", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"I`ve drunk `is beer a score o` times", said Files-on-Parade.
"`E`s drinkin` bitter beer alone", the Colour-Sergeant said.
    They are hangin` Danny Deever, you must mark `im to `is place,
    For `e shot a comrade sleepin` — you must look `im in the face;
    Nine `undred of `is county an` the regiment`s disgrace,
    While they`re hangin` Danny Deever in the mornin`.
 
"What`s that so black agin` the sun?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It`s Danny fightin` `ard for life", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What`s that that whimpers over`ead?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It`s Danny`s soul that`s passin` now", the Colour-Sergeant said.
    For they`re done with Danny Deever, you can `ear the quickstep play,
    The regiment`s in column, an` they`re marchin` us away;
    Ho! the young recruits are shakin`, an` they`ll want their beer to-day,
    After hangin` Danny Deever in the mornin`.
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