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I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick: / I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick, / But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard: I've made the cinders fly, / And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drink / and blacking the Corporal's eye. / With a second-hand overcoat under my head, / And a beautiful view of the yard, / O it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B. / For "drunk and resisting the Guard! " / Mad drunk and resisting the Guard -- / 'Strewth, but I socked it them hard! / So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C. B. / For "drunk and resisting the Guard."
I started o' canteen porter, I finished o' canteen beer, / But a dose o' gin that a mate slipped in, it was that that brought me here. / 'Twas that and an extry double Guard that rubbed my nose in the dirt; / But I fell away with the Corp'ral's stock / and the best of the Corp'ral's shirt.