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Rudyard Kipling - Shillin` A Day
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My name is O`Kelly, I`ve heard the Revelly
From Birr to Bareilly, from Leeds to Lahore,
Hong-Kong and Peshawur,
Lucknow and Etawah,
And fifty-five more all endin` in "pore".
Black Death and his quickness, the depth and the thickness,
Of sorrow and sickness I`ve known on my way,
But I`m old and I`m nervis,
I`m cast from the Service,
And all I deserve is a shillin` a day.
 (~Chorus~)  Shillin` a day,
             Bloomin` good pay —
             Lucky to touch it, a shillin` a day!
 
Oh, it drives me half crazy to think of the days I
Went slap for the Ghazi, my sword at my side,
When we rode Hell-for-leather
Both squadrons together,
That didn`t care whether we lived or we died.
But it`s no use despairin`, my wife must go charin`
An` me commissairin` the pay-bills to better,
So if me you be`old
In the wet and the cold,
By the Grand Metropold, won`t you give me a letter?
 (~Full chorus~)  Give `im a letter —
                  `Can`t do no better,
                  Late Troop-Sergeant-Major an` — runs with a letter!
                  Think what `e`s been,
                  Think what `e`s seen,
                  Think of his pension an` ——
 
                  GAWD SAVE THE QUEEN.
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