Автор: | Киплинг Д. Р. |
Категория: | Стихотворение |
«BIRDS OF PREY» MARCH
Troops for Foreign Service
March! The mud is cakin’ good about our trousies. |
Front! - eyes front, an’ watch the Golour-casin’s drip. |
’ouses |
Ain’t the kind o’ things to take aboard the ship. |
Cheer! An’ we’ll never march to victory. |
Cheer! An’ we’ll never live to ’ear the cannon roar! |
The Large Birds o’ Prey |
An’ you’ll never see your soldiers any more! |
Wheel! Oh, keep your touch; we’re goin’ round a corner. |
Time! - mark time, an’ let the men be’ind us close. |
Lord! The transport’s full, an’ ’alf our lot not on ’er - |
’re going off where no one knows. |
March! The Devil’s none so black as ’e is painted! |
Cheer! We’ll ’ave some fun before we’re put away. |
’Alt an’ ’and ’er out - a woman’s gone and fainted! |
Cheer! Get on! - Gawd ’elp the married men to-day! |
’ungry beggars, to yer sorrow. |
’Ear them say they want their tea, an’ want it quick!) |
You won’t have no mind for slingers, not to-morrow - |
No; you’ll put the ’tween-decks stove out, bein’ sick! |
’Alt! The married kit ’as all to go before us! |
’Course it’s blocked the bloomin’ gangway up again! |
Cheer, Oh, cheer the ’Orse Guards watchin’ tender o’er us, |
Keepin’ us since eight this mornin’ in the rain! |
Stuck in ’eavy marchin’-order, sopped and wringin’ - |
Sick, before our time to watch ’er ’eave an’ fall, |
’Ere’s your ’appy ’ome at last, an’ stop your singin’. |
’Alt! Fall in along the troop-deck! Silence all! |
Cheer! For we’ll never live to see no bloomin’ victory! |
Cheer! An’ we’ll never live to ’ear the cannon roar! |
(One cheer more!) |
’ the kite |
’Ave an ’ealthy appetite, |
An’ you’ll never see your soldiers any more! |
(’Ip! Urroar!) |
The eagle an’ the crow |
’ ever so, |
An’ you’ll never see your soldiers any more! |
’Ip! Urroar!) |
Yes, the Large Birds o’ Prey |
They will carry us away, |
’ you’ll never see your soldiers any more! |