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BALLADS OF BATTLE
Clean me clean, and oil me well;
I'll kill your man and never tell.

Leave me dirty, oil me ill;
You're the chap I'm going to kill.

Leave me lying all awry:
You're the feller's going to die.

Daily do but pull me through;
I will do the same for you.

Only use a "two by four "—
Nothing less, and nothing more.

"Pull-through" rag will do the trick;
A shirt or sock is going to stick!

And keep your bottle full of ile―
Remember the Virgins' parabile!

Handle me with care, I beg,
I'm not so stout as old Mons Meg!

Do not pitch me on the ground—
To break me, a hammer can be found!