We've fought 'em on trooper, we've fought em in dock, an' drunk with
'em in betweens,
When they called us the sea-sick scull'ry maids, an' we called 'em the
Ass Marines;
But when we was down for a double fatigue, from Woolwich to Bernardmyo,
We sent for the Jollies--'er Majesty's Jollies--soldier an' sailor too!
_They think for 'emselves, an they steal for 'emselves, an' they never
ask what's to do,
But they're camped an fed an' they're up an' fed before our bugle's
blew.
Ho! they ain't no limpin procrastitutes--soldier an' sailor too_!
You may say we are fond of an 'arness cut or 'ootin' in barrick-yards,
Or startin' a Board School mutiny along o' the Onion Guards;
But once in a while we can finish in style for the ends of the earth to
view,
The same as the Jollies--'er Majesty's Jollies--soldier an' sailor too.
_They come of our lot, they was brothers to us, they was beggars we'd
met and knew;
Yes, barrin' an inch in the chest an' the arms, they was doubles o'
me and you,
For they weren't no special chrysanthemums--soldier an' sailor too_.
To take your chance in the thick of a rush with firing all about
Is nothing so bad when you've cover to 'and, and leave an' likin' to
shout;
But to stand an' be still to the "Birken'ead" drill is a damn tough
bullet to chew,
And they done it, the Jollies--'er Majesty's Jollies--soldier an'
sailor too.
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