Explore "Loot" by Rudyard Kipling on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, / If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line, / If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack, / You will understand this little song o' mine. / But the service rules are 'ard, an' from such we are debarred, / For the same with English morals does not suit. / (_Cornet_: Toot! toot! ) / W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber / With the -- / (_Chorus_) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot! / Ow the loot! / Bloomin' loot! / That's the thing to make the boys git up an' shoot! / It's the same with dogs an' men, / If you'd make 'em come again / Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! / (_ff_) Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
If you've knocked a nigger edgeways when 'e's thrustin' for your life, / You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell; / An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is knife / That you ain't told off to bury 'im as well. / Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under / Why lootin' should be entered as a crime; / So if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an' clear / 'Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime. / (_Chorus_) With the loot, . . .