This is hardly a holiday much less a Christmas poem but it tickles me and I am after all The Six and I know my dooty. I could have chosen something obvious like Christmas in India but I think you'll like this one.
See you all in 2013.
Six
The Jacket
Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun; An' you might 'ave called us dirty,
an' you might ha' called us dry, An' you might 'ave 'eard us talkin' at the gun. But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket,
an' the jacket it was new -- ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) An' the wettin' of the jacket
is the proper thing to do, Nor we didn't keep 'im waiting very long. One day they gave us orders for to shell a sand redoubt, Loadin' down the axle-arms with case; But the Captain knew 'is dooty,
an' he took the crackers out An' he put some proper liquor in its place. An' the Captain saw the shrapnel,
which is six-an'-thirty clear. ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) "Will you draw the weight," sez 'e,
"or will you draw the beer?" An' we didn't keep 'im waitin' very long. For the Captain, etc. Then we trotted gentle, not to break the bloomin' glass, Though the Arabites 'ad all their ranges marked; But we dursn't 'ardly gallop, for the most was bottled Bass, An' we'd dreamed of it since we was disembarked, So we fired economic with the shells we 'ad in 'and, ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) But the beggars under cover 'ad the impidence to stand, An' we couldn't keep 'em waitin' very long. And the Captain, etc. So we finished 'arf the liquor
(an' the Captain took champagne), An' the Arabites was shootin' all the while; An' we left our wounded 'appy
with the empties on the plain, An' we used the bloomin' guns for projectile! We limbered up an' galloped --
there were nothin' else to do -- ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) An' the Battery came a-boundin'
like a boundin' kangaroo, But they didn't watch us comin' very long. As the Captain, etc. We was goin' most extended --
we was drivin' very fine, An' the Arabites were loosin' 'igh an' wide, Till the Captain took the glacis
with a rattlin' "right incline," An' we dropped upon their 'eads the other side. Then we give 'em quarter -- such as 'adn't up and cut, ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) An' the Captain stood a limberful of fizzy somethin' Brutt, But we didn't leave it fizzing very long. For the Captain, etc. We might ha' been court-martialled,
but it all come out all right When they signalled us to join the main command. There was every round expended, there was every gunner tight, An' the Captain waved a corkscrew in 'is 'and. But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, etc.
17 comments:
Merry, Merry Christmas!!! Be blessed. Be safe!
Merry Christmas to you, Mrs. Six, and any assorted little Sixes!
Merry Christmas Six!
Thanks everyone and Merry Christmas to you all!
Merry Christmas Six! Hope you all have a fine day.
Six,
Just turned Christmas Day here down under. Wishing yourself, loved ones and readers a merry one.
Merry Christmas everyone. Six and Lou we love you and even Angus Merry Christmas again.
Sarge and MIL
Merry Christmas Six - thank you for all the support and friendship this year.
Merry Christmas Six, and to all the rest of the family!!!
Merry Christmas, from Murphy and me.
Merry Christmas Six!!! Sending good wishes to you, Lu, Angus and the whole gang!
Thank you all. Friends are such a blessing.
Merry Christmas -Six- to you, your family and your faithful pooch!
A very Merry Christmas to you, Six! God bless you!
Merry Christmas, my friend. I hope it's been a good one for you!
You all are the best. Thanks for everything!
Merry Christmas!
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