Private Ortheriss Song

My girl she give me the go onest,     When I was a London lad;     An I went on the drink for a fortnight,     An then I went to the bad.     The Queen she give me a shillin     To fight for er over the seas;     But Guvment built me a fever-trap,     An Injia give me disease.     (Chorus) Ho! dont you eed what a girl says,     An dont you go for the beer;     But I was an ass when I was at grass,     An that is why Im ere.     I fired a shot at a Afghan,     The beggar e fired again,     An I lay on my bed with a ole in my ed,     An missed the next campaign!     I up with my gun at a Burman     Who carried a bloomin dah,     But the cartridge stuck and the baynit bruk,     An all I got was the scar.     (Chorus) Ho! dont you aim at a Afghan,     When you stand on the skyline clear;     An dont you go for a Burman     If none o your friends is near.     I served my time for a Corpral,     An wetted my stripes with pop,     For I went on the bend with a intimate friend,     An finished the night in the shop.     I served my time for a Sergeant;     The Colonel e sez No!     The most youll see is a full C.B.     An . . . very next night twas so!     (Chorus) Ho! dont you go for a Corpral     Unless your ed is clear;     But I was an ass when I was at grass,     An that is why Im ere.     Ive tasted the luck o the Army     In barrack an camp an clink,     An I lost my tip through the bloomin trip     Along o the women an drink.     Im down at the heel o my service,     An when I am laid on the shelf,     My very worst friend from beginning to end     By the blood of a mouse was myself!     (Chorus) Ho! dont you eed what a girl says,     An dont you go for the beer;     But I was an ass when I was at grass,     An that is why Im ere!