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(REGULAR OF THE LINE)
I do not love my Empire's foes, / Nor call 'em angels; still, / What _is_ the sense of 'atin' those / 'Oom you are paid to kill? / So, barrin' all that foreign lot / Which only joined for spite, / Myself, I'd just as soon as not / Respect the man I fight. / Ah there, Piet! -- 'is trousies to 'is knees, / 'Is coat-tails lyin' level in the bullet-sprinkled breeze; / 'E does not lose 'is rifle an' 'e does not lose 'is seat, / I've known a lot o' people ride a dam' sight worse than Piet!