Barrack-Room Ballad.

Air: "Sentry's Song."

—Iolanthe.

Now, I am a chap, as all may see,
Of Spartan bust and brave proportions;
I make them tremble at the knee
As I rap out commands and caution!
Just watch them as they trip about:
They're frisky now—but things won't be as bright as
This when measles starts a rout,
Or raids begin of spinal meningitis!
But what for these do diggers care, fal-lal-la!
With food to eat and room to swear, fal-lal-la!
What though our Glaxo Camp run shout
Of coal and milk and Stilton cheese,
That runs away and can't be caught—
We've lots of "jam" and O.B.E. 'S!
Fal-lal-la!