BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS: THE LADIES
I’ve taken my fun where I’ve
found it;
I’ve rogued an’ I’ve
ranged in my time;
I’ve ‘ad my pickin’
o’ sweet’earts,
An’ four o’ the lot
was prime.
One was an ’arf-caste widow,
One was a woman at Prome,
One was the wife of a jemadar-saïs,
[Head-groom.]
An’ one is a girl at ’ome.
Now I aren’t
no ’and with the ladies,
For,
takin’ ’em all along,
You never
can say till you’ve tried ’em,
An’
then you are like to be wrong.
There’s
times when you’ll think that you mightn’t,
There’s
times when you’ll know that you might;
But the
things you will learn from the Yellow an’ Brown,
They’ll
’elp you a lot with the White!
I was a young un at ’Oogli,
Shy as a girl to begin;
Aggie de Castrer she made me,
An’ Aggie was clever as sin;
Older than me, but my first un
More like a mother she were
Showed me the way to promotion an’
pay,
An’ I learned about women
from ’er!
Then I was ordered to Burma,
Actin’ in charge o’
Bazar,
An’ I got me a tiddy live ’eathen
Through buyin’ supplies off
’er pa.
Funny an’ yellow an’ faithful
Doll in a teacup she were,
But we lived on the square, like a true-married
pair,
An’ I learned about women
from ’er!
Then we was shifted to Neemuch
(Or I might ha’ been keepin’
’er now),
An’ I took with a shiny she-devil,
The wife of a nigger at Mhow;
‘Taught me the gipsy-folks’
bolee; [Slang.]
Kind o’ volcano she were,
For she knifed me one night ’cause
I wished she was white,
And I learned about women from ’er!
Then I come ’ome in the trooper,
‘Long of a kid o’ sixteen
Girl from a convent at Meerut,
The straightest I ever ’ave
seen.
Love at first sight was ’er trouble,
She didn’t know what
it were;
An’ I wouldn’t do such, ’cause
I liked ’er too much,
But I learned about
women from ’er!
I’ve taken my fun where I’ve
found it,
An’ now I must pay for my
fun,
For the more you ‘ave known
o’ the others
The less will you settle to one;
An’ the end of it’s sittin’
and thinkin’,
An’ dreamin’ Hell-fires
to see;
So be warned by my lot (which I know you
will not),
An’ learn about women from
me!
What did
the Colonel’s Lady think?
Nobody
never knew.
Somebody
asked the Sergeant’s wife,
An’
she told ’em true!
When you
get to a man in the case,
They’re
like as a row of pins
For the
Colonel’s Lady an’ Judy O’Grady
Are
sisters under their skins!