Tommy by Rudyard Kipling — Read

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, / The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here. " / The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die, / I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I: / O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away"; / But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play, / The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play, / O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be, / They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me; / They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls, / But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls! / For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside"; / But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide, / The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide, / O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.