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ROUTE MARCHIN’

We’re marchin’ on relief over Injia’s sunny plains,
A little front o’ Christmas time an’ just be’ind the Rains,
Ho! get away, you bullock-man, you’ve ’eard the bugle blowed,
There’s a regiment a-comin’ down the Grand Trunk Road;
   With its best foot first
   And the road a-sliding past,
   An’ every bloomin’ campin’-ground exactly like the last;
   While the Big Drum says,
   With ’is ‘rowdy-dowdy-dow!’—
   Kiko kissywarsti don’t you hamsher argy jow?

Oh, there’s them Injian temples to admire when you see,
There’s the peacock round the corner an’ the monkey up the tree,