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24.06.2005 (.)
   




Barrack-Room Ballads. 24. Back to the Army Again


Im ere in a ticky ulster 
                           an a broken billycock at,
A-layin on to the sergeant 
                           I dont know a gun from a bat;
My shirts doin duty for jacket, 
                           my socks stickin out o my boots,
An Im learnin the damned old goose-step 
                           along o the new recruits!
      Back to the Army again, sergeant,  
            Back to the Army again.  
      Dont look so ard, for I avent no card,  
            Im back to the Army again!  
I done my six years service. 
                           Er Majesty sez: Good-day 
Youll please to come when youre rung for, 
                           an eres your ole back-pay;
An fourpence a day for baccy  
                           an bloomin genrous, too;
An now you can make your fortune  
                           the same as your orfcers do.
      Back to the Army again, sergeant,  
            Back to the Army again;  
      Ow did I learn to do right-about turn?  
            Im back to the Army again!  
A man o four-an-twenty 
                           that asnt learned of a trade 
Beside Reserve agin him 
                           ed better be never made.
I tried my luck for a quarter, 
                           an that was enough for me,
An I thought of Er Majestys barricks, 
                           an I thought Id go an see.
      Back to the Army again, sergeant,  
            Back to the Army again;  
      Tisnt my fault if I dress when I alt   
            Im back to the Army again!  
The sergeant arst no questions, 
                           but e winked the other eye,
E sez to me, Shun! an I shunted, 
                           the same as in days gone by;
For e saw the set o my shoulders, 
                           an I couldnt elp oldin straight
When me an the other rookies 
                           come under the barrick-gate.
      Back to the Army again, sergeant,  
            Back to the Army again;  
      Oo would ha thought I could carry an port?  
            Im back to the Army again!  
I took my bath, an I wallered  
                           for, Gawd, I needed it so!
I smelt the smell o the barricks, 
                           I eard the bugles go.
I eard the feet on the gravel  
                           the feet o the men what drill 
An I sez to my flutterin eart-strings, 
                           I sez to em, Peace, be still!
      Back to the Army again, sergeant,  
            Back to the Army again;  
      Oo said I knew when the Jumner was due?  
            Im back to the Army again!  
I carried my slops to the tailor; 
                           I sez to im, None o your lip!
You tight em over the shoulders, 
                           an loose em over the ip,
For the set o the tunics orrid. 
                           An e sez to me, Strike me dead,
But I thought you was used to the business! 
                           an so e done what I said.
      Back to the Army again, sergeant,  
            Back to the Army again.  
      Rather too free with my fancies? Wot  me?  
            Im back to the Army again!  
Next week Ill ave em fitted; 
                           Ill buy me a swagger-cane;
Theyll let me free o the barricks 
                           to walk on the Hoe again
In the name o William Parsons, 
                           that used to be Edward Clay,
An any pore beggar that wants it 
                           can draw my fourpence a day!

      Back to the Army again, sergeant,  
            Back to the Army again:  
      Out o the cold an the rain, sergeant,  
            Out o the cold an the rain. 
                                          Oos there? 
         
A man thats too good to be lost you,
      A man that is andled an made  
A man that will pay what e cost you
      In learnin the others their trade  parade! 
Youre droppin the pick o the Army
      Because you dont elp em remain, 
But drives em to cheat to get out o the street
      An back to the Army again!



:
  1. The Front Door
  2. The Ballad of Ahmed Shah
  3. Chartres Windows
  4. Barrack-Room Ballads. 2. Bobs
  5. Barrack-Room Ballads. 32. Bill Awkins




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