Автор: | Киплинг Д. Р. |
Категория: | Стихотворение |
BOOTS
Infantry Columns
We’re foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin’ over Africa - |
Foot-foot-foot-foot-sloggin’ over Africa - |
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again!) |
’s no discharge in the war! |
Seven-six-eleven-five-nine-an’-twenty mile to-day - |
Four-eleven-seventeen-thirty-two the day before - |
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again!) |
There’s no discharge in the war! |
’t-don’t-don’t-don’t-look at what’s in front of you. |
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again); |
Men-men-men-men -men go mad with watchin’ ’em, |
An’ there’s no discharge in the war! |
Try-try-try-try-to think o’ something different - |
’ lunatic! |
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again!) |
There’s no discharge in the war! |
Count-count-count-count-the bullets in the bandoliers. |
If-your-eyes-drop-they will get atop o’ you! |
’ up an’ down again) - |
There’s no discharge in the war! |
We-can-stick-out -’unger, thirst, an’ weariness, |
But-not-not-not-not the chronic sight of ’em - |
Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’up an’ down again, |
’ there’s no discharge in the war! |
’Tain’t-so-bad-by-day because o’ company, |
But night-brings-long-strings-o’ forty thousand million |
Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin’ up an’ down again. |
There’s no discharge in the war! |
’ave-marched-six-weeks in ’Ell an’ certify |
It-is-not-fire-devils, dark, or anything, |
’ up an’ down again, |
An’ there’s no discharge in the war! |