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THE YOUNG BRITISH SOLDIER
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East
'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast,
An' 'e wonders because 'e is frequent deceased
Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier.
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
So-oldier ~OF~ the Queen!
Now all you recruities what's drafted to-day,
You shut up your rag-box an' 'ark to my lay,
An' I'll sing you a soldier as far as I may:
A soldier what's fit for a soldier.
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier . . .
First mind you steer clear o' the grog-sellers' huts,
For they sell you Fixed Bay'nets that rots out your guts --
Ay, drink that 'ud eat the live steel from your butts --
An' it's bad for the young British soldier.
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier . . .
When the cholera comes -- as it will past a doubt --
Keep out of the wet and don't go on the shout,
For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,
An' it crumples the young British soldier.
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier . . .
But the worst o' your foes is the sun over'ead:
You ~must~ wear your 'elmet for all that is said:
If 'e finds you uncovered 'e'll knock you down dead,
An' you'll die like a fool of a soldier.
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier . . .
If you're cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,
Don't grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;
Be handy and civil, and then you will find
That it's beer for the young British soldier.
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier . . .
Now, if you must marry, take care she is old --
A troop-sergeant's widow's the nicest I'm told,
For beauty won't help if your rations is cold,
Nor love ain't enough for a soldier.
'Nough, 'nough, 'nough for a soldier . . .
If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be loath
To shoot when you catch 'em -- you'll swing, on my oath! --
Make 'im take 'er and keep 'er: that's Hell for them both,
An' you're shut o' the curse of a soldier.
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier . . .
When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier . . .
When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;
She's human as you are -- you treat her as sich,
An' she'll fight for the young British soldier.
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . . .
When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.
Start-, start-, startles the soldier . . .
If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . .
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier ~of~ the Queen!
R.I.P.
where did you find that?
Swaggie
Rudyard Kipling. Much of his work is considered politically incorrect and/or racist today.
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regardless it hold well with anyone who has gone LoudOriginally Posted by Brian Hjelm
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Rudyard Kipling: i should have put that with the original post.
the brief history is off the top of my head.
the poms wanted to install some prince into power in Afghanistan, part of painting the map red etc.
in short it didn't work to the CO cut a deal with the warlords to get out of dodge( karbul). the first bunch legged it back to Pakistan to wait for the main bunch ( complete with women and children). the main bunch i think about 5000 with about 700 under arms leaves and gets picked off. they get to the Kyberpass and that sort of ends it all. only 1 surviver gets though to the first force. which bugs out to some small village, fortifies it and holds out for 16 weeks i think until relief arrives.
if i remember correctly, at one stage the CO gives up all women children and there officer husbands to the Afghani warlords. all a rather discussing affair. and very poor leadership.
any way the poms went back ( thats where this poem comes from) W churchill was in that lot and it was lead by the big K of ww1.
they fought down the kyber pass got to Karbul and wasted the place then bugged out.
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is that the (main)reason why the Kyber Pass is famous?
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Yes. a travesty in its day that destroyed many a career. but add that to Gordon losing his head, and Zulu and we get a restructured british army with promotion based on merit, and at the time leading training for the troops as well as logistics becoming a major topic. it also lead to the prominence of people like the big K who lead the revenge expeditions against both the Afghanis and the madi as well as people like Winston Churchill.
interesting that both men had simlur fates. prominence then scorn then prominence and scorn again, with the exception of the Big K who went the way of Mr diesel in about the same place to.
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i have been on the ground there. i was standing there and recalled kippling and WCs writing and thought, those bloody poms were ether Mad or stupid. talk about some of the best defensive ground in the world. its even better than the Roki Tunnel where 600 Georgians held up 3 russian divisions with only small arms for 24 hours. me and a doz mates could do the same in the Kyber pass. 4 GM and 10 RPG and a big bag of claymores no problems
Hay guess what, the yanks resupply though there.
to not know history is to repeat it aye.
Master
'The Heathen' is another good one, worth looking up, also one about the horse artillery, 'Ubique' I think its called.
ChatterBox
Prominence was unearned and scorn was deserved, if you're talking about Kitchener & Churchill.
Probably because Winston was a ****wreck that couldn't plan a shag in a brothel, and his 'bugger' of a mate was too busy chasing boy scouts and throwing infantry at artillery, to look after an army.
This pair of muppets planned and carried out Gallipoli!
The 'Big K' as you call him was also the man who signed Breaker Morant's death warrant, and then denied he ever did.
Big C more like it.
Here's a better poem
Butchered to make a Dutchman's holiday.
In prison cell I sadly sit,
A dead crest-fallen chappie!
And own to you I feel a bit-
A little bit - unhappy!
It really ain't the place nor time
To reel off rhyming diction -
But yet we'll write a final rhyme
Whilst waiting cru-ci-fixion!
No matter what "end" they decide -
Quick-lime or "b'iling ile," sir?
We'll do our best when crucified
To finish off in style, sir!
But we bequeath a parting tip
For sound advice of such men,
Who come across in transport ship
To polish off the Dutchmen!
If you encounter any Boers
You really must not loot 'em!
And if you wish to leave these shores,
For pity's sake, DON'T SHOOT 'EM!!
And if you'd earn a D.S.O.,
Why every British sinner
Should know the proper way to go
Is: "ASK THE BOER TO DINNER!"
Let's toss a bumper down our throat, -
Before we pass to Heaven,
And toast: "The trim-set petticoat
We leave behind in Devon."
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