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    Cells

    by Rudyard Kipling
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    I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick:
    I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick,
    But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard: I've made the cinders fly,
    And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drink
    and blacking the Corporal's eye.
    With a second-hand overcoat under my head,
    And a beautiful view of the yard,
    O it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C.B.
    For "drunk and resisting the Guard!"
    Mad drunk and resisting the Guard --
    'Strewth, but I socked it them hard!
    So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C.B.
    For "drunk and resisting the Guard."

    I started o' canteen porter, I finished o' canteen beer,
    But a dose o' gin that a mate slipped in, it was that that brought me here.
    'Twas that and an extry double Guard that rubbed my nose in the dirt;
    But I fell away with the Corp'ral's stock
    and the best of the Corp'ral's shirt.

    I left my cap in a public-house, my boots in the public road,
    And Lord knows where, and I don't care, my belt and my tunic goed;
    They'll stop my pay, they'll cut away the stripes I used to wear,
    But I left my mark on the Corp'ral's face, and I think he'll keep it there!

    My wife she cries on the barrack-gate, my kid in the barrack-yard,
    It ain't that I mind the Ord'ly room -- it's ~that~ that cuts so hard.
    I'll take my oath before them both that I will sure abstain,
    But as soon as I'm in with a mate and gin, I know I'll do it again!
    With a second-hand overcoat under my head,
    And a beautiful view of the yard,
    Yes, it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C.B.
    For "drunk and resisting the Guard!"
    Mad drunk and resisting the Guard --
    'Strewth, but I socked it them hard!
    So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C.B.
    For "drunk and resisting the Guard."
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