THE TOT OF RUM
A SOLILOQUY AT STAND-TO IN THE TRENCHES
When the Sergeant drinks your tot, never mind;
When the Sergeant drinks your lot, never mind;
When the Sergeant drinks your tot,
Let him drink the bloomin' lot—
Though it burns his bluidy throat
We'll never mind.
Soldiers' Song.
When the Sergeant drinks your lot, never mind;
When the Sergeant drinks your tot,
Let him drink the bloomin' lot—
Though it burns his bluidy throat
We'll never mind.
Soldiers' Song.
Before I saw the trenches
I was a strict T.T.,
The pledge I'd took,
The water brook
Was strong enough for me,
But now I take my tot o' rum—
(I wish to Gawd that Sarg. would come)—
Each morning about three.
I was a strict T.T.,
The pledge I'd took,
The water brook
Was strong enough for me,
But now I take my tot o' rum—
(I wish to Gawd that Sarg. would come)—
Each morning about three.
It's easy for the blokes at 'ome
To talk of honest water,
And tell us when we take our tot—
To talk of honest water,
And tell us when we take our tot—
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