Cells

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Cells by Rudyard Kipling

 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.

I left my cap in a public-house, my boots in the public road,
And Lord knows where, and I don't care, my belt and my tunic goed;
They'll stop my pay, they'll cut away the stripes I used to wear,
But I left my mark on the Corp'ral's face, and I think he'll keep it there!

My wife she cries on the barrack-gate, my kid in the barrack-yard,
It ain't that I mind the Ord'ly room -- it's that that cuts so hard.
I'll take my oath before them both that I will sure abstain,
But as soon as I'm in with a mate and gin, I know I'll do it again!
 With a second-hand overcoat under my head,
 And a beautiful view of the yard,
 Yes, 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."

Form: Ballad

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