Vulgar words in Verses 1889-1896 (Page 1)
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They'll turn us out at Portsmouth wharf in cold an' wet an' rain, All wearin' Injian cotton kit, but we will not complain; They'll kill us of pneumonia - for that's their little way - But damn the chills and fever, men, we're goin' 'ome to-day!
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Yea, Death disgraced is hard; Much honour shall be thine"; and called the Captain of the Guard, Yar Khan, a bastard of the Blood, so city-babble saith, And he was honoured of the King - the which is salt to Death; And he was son of Daoud Shah, the Reiver of the Plains, And blood of old Durani Lords ran fire in his veins; And 'twas to tame an Afghan pride nor Hell nor Heaven could bind, The King would make him butcher to a yelping cur of Hind.
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Thin Noah spoke him fairly, thin talked to him sevarely, An' thin he cursed him squarely to the glory av the Lord: - "Divil take the ass that bred you, and the greater ass that fed you - Divil go wid you, ye spalpeen!" an' the Donkey went aboard.
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"The desert-dust hath dimmed it, the flying wild-ass knows, The scared white leopard winds it across the taintless snows.
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Honour and Wit, fore-damned they sit, to each his priest and whore: Nay, scarce I dare myself go there, and you they'd torture sore.
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Hold ye the Faith - the Faith our Fathers seal]\ed us; Whoring not with visions - overwise and overstale.
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Welsh - Wangarti at the worst - an' damn all patent fuel!)
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They shipped as Able Bastards till the Wicked Nurse confessed, And they worked the old three-decker to the Islands of the Blest.
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They're just beyond your skyline, howe'er so far you cruise In a ram-you-damn-you liner with a brace of bucking screws.
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For you muddled with books and pictures, an' china an' etchin's an' fans, And your rooms at college was beastly - more like a whore's than a man's - Till you married that thin-flanked woman, as white and as stale as a bone, An' she gave you your social nonsense; but where's that kid o' your own?
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To take your chance in the thick of a rush, with firing all about, Is nothing so bad when you've cover to 'and, an' leave an' likin' to shout; But to stand an' be still to the Birken'ead drill is a damn tough bullet to chew, An' they done it, the Jollies - 'Er Majesty's Jollies - soldier an' sailor too!