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Barrack-Room Ballads. 31. The Ladies


Ive taken my fun where Ive found it;
      Ive rogued an Ive ranged in my time; 
Ive ad my pickin o sweetearts,
      An four o the lot was prime. 
One was an arf-caste widow,
      One was a woman at Prome, 
One was the wife of a jemadar-sais,
      An one is a girl at ome. 

Now I arent no and with the ladies,   
      For, takin em all along,   
You never can say till youve tried em,   
      An then you are like to be wrong.   
Theres times when youll think that you mightnt,   
      Theres times when youll know that you might;   
But the things you will learn 
                     from the Yellow an Brown,   
      Theyll elp you a lot with the White!
   
I was a young un at Oogli,
      Shy as a girl to begin; 
Aggie de Castrer she made me,
      An Aggie was clever as sin; 
Older than me, but my first un  
      More like a mother she were  
Showed me the way 
                     to promotion an pay,
      An I learned about women from er! 

Then I was ordered to Burma,
      Actin in charge o Bazar, 
An I got me a tiddy live eathen
      Through buyin supplies off er pa. 
Funny an yellow an faithful 
      Doll in a teacup she were, 
But we lived on the square, 
                     like a true-married pair,
      An I learned about women from er!
 
Then we was shifted to Neemuch
       (Or I might ha been keepin er now), 
An I took with a shiny she-devil,
      The wife of a nigger at Mhow; 
Taught me the gipsy-folks bolee;
      Kind o volcano she were, 
For she knifed me one night 
                     cause I wished she was white,
      And I learned about women from er! 

Then I come ome in the trooper,
      Long of a kid o sixteen  
Girl from a convent at Meerut,
      The straightest I ever ave seen. 
Love at first sight was er trouble,
      She didnt know what it were; 
An I wouldnt do such, 
                     cause I liked er too much,
      But  I learned about women from er! 

Ive taken my fun where Ive found it,
      An now I must pay for my fun, 
For the more you ave known o the others
      The less will you settle to one; 
An the end of its sittin and thinkin,
      An dreamin Hell-fires to see; 
So be warned by my lot 
                      (which I know you will not),
      An learn about women from me! 

What did the Colonels Lady think?   
      Nobody never knew.   
Somebody asked the Sergeants wife,   
      An she told em true!   
When you get to a man in the case,   
      Theyre like as a row of pins    
For the Colonels Lady an Judy OGrady   
      Are sisters under their skins!



:
  1. The Beginner
  2. Debits and Credits. (1919-1926). 17. Untimely
  3. Things and the Man
  4. A History of England. 1911. 17. The American Rebellion
  5. The Jester




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