me--
For the good advice I gave.

The men that fought at Minden, they was civil--yuss, they was--
Never didn't talk o' rights an' wrongs,
But they got it with the toe (same as you will get it--so!)--
For interrupting songs.

The men that fought at Minden, they was several other things
Which I don't remember clear;
But _that's_ the reason why, now the six-year men are dry,
The rooks will stand the beer!

_Then do not be discouraged, 'Eaven is your 'elper,
We'll learn you not to forget;
An' you mustn't swear an' curse, or you'll only catch it worse,
And we'll make you soldiers yet._

_Soldiers yet, if you've got it in you--
All for the sake o' the Core;
Soldiers yet, if we 'ave to skin you--
Run an' get the beer, Johnny Raw--Johnny Raw!
Ho! run an' get the beer, Johnny Raw!_

CHOLERA CAMP.

We've got the cholerer in camp--it's worse than forty fights;
We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as Isrulites!
It's before us, an' be'ind us, an' we cannot get away,
An' the doctor's just reported we've ten more to-day!

_Oh, strike your camp an' go, the bugle's callin',
The Rains are fallin'--
The dead are bushed an' stoned to keep 'em safe below;
The Band's a-doin' all she knows to cheer us;
The chaplain's gone and prayed to Gawd to 'ear us--
To 'ear us--
O Lord, for it's a-killing of us so!_

Since August, when it started, it's been sticking to our tail,
Tho' they've 'ad us out by marches an' they've 'ad us back by rail;
But it runs as fast as troop-trains, an' we can not get away;
An' the sick-list to the Colonel makes ten more to-day.

There ain't no fun in women nor there ain't no bite to drink;
It's much too wet for shootin', we can only march and think;
An' at evenin', down the _nullahs_, we can 'ear the jackals say,
"Get up, you rotten beggars, you've ten more to-day!"

'Twould make a monkey cough to see our way o' doin' things--
Lieutenants takin' companies an' captains takin' wings,
An' Lances actin' Sergeants--eight file to obey--
For we've lots o' quick promotion on ten deaths a day!

Our Colonel's white an' twitterly--'e gets no sleep nor food,
But mucks about in 'orspital where nothing does no good.
'E sends us 'eaps o' comforts, all bought from 'is pay--
Bu