SEZ Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
“Bedad, yer a bad ’un!
Now turn out yer toes!
Yer belt is unhookit,
Yer cap is on crookit,
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Ye may not be dhrunk,
But, be jabers, ye look it!
Wan—two!
Wan—two!
Ye monkey-faced divil, I ’ll jolly ye through!
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Wan—two!—
Time! Mark!
Ye march like the aigle in Cintheral Parrk!”
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
“A saint it ud sadden
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To dhrill such a mug!
Eyes front!—ye baboon, ye!—
Chin up!—ye gossoon, ye!
Ye ’ve jaws like a goat—
Halt! ye leather-lipped loon, ye!
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Wan—two!
Wan—two!
Ye whiskered orang-outang, I ’ll fix you!
Wan—two!—
Time! Mark!
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Ye ’ve eyes like a bat!—can ye see in the dark?”
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
“Yer figger wants padd’n’—
Sure, man, ye ’ve no shape!
Behind ye yer shoulders
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Stick out like two bowlders;
Yer shins is as thin
As a pair of pen-holders!
Wan—two!
Wan—two!
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Yer belly belongs on yer back, ye Jew!
Wan—two!—
Time! Mark!
I ’m dhry as a dog—I can’t shpake but I bark!”
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
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“Me heart it ud gladden
To blacken yer eye.
Ye ’re gettin’ too bold, ye
Compel me to scold ye,—
’T is halt! that I say,—
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Will ye heed what I told ye?
Wan—two!
Wan—two!
Be Jabers, I ’m dhryer than Brian Boru!
Wan—two!—
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Time! Mark!
What ’s wur-ruk for chickens is sport for the lark!”
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
“I ’ll not stay a gadd’n
Wid dagoes like you!
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I ’ll travel no farther,
I ’m dyin’ for—wather;—
Come on, if ye like,—
Can ye loan me a quather?
Ya-as, you,
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What,—two?
And ye ’ll pay the potheen? Ye ’re a daisy! Whurroo!
You ’ll do!
Whist! Mark!
The Rigiment’s flatthered to own ye, me spark!”
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