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(MOUNTED INFANTRY OF THE LINE)
I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm, / And a knife and a spoon in my putties that I found on a Boer farm, / Atop of a sore-backed Argentine, with a thirst that you couldn't buy. / I used to be in the Yorkshires once / (Sussex, Lincolns, and Rifles once), / Hampshires, Glosters, and Scottish once! (_ad lib._) / But now I am M. I.