As I was spittin’ into the Ditch aboard o’ the Crocodile,
I seed a man on a man-o’-war got up in the Reg’lars’ style.
’E was scrapin’ the paint from off of ’er plates, an’ I sez to ’im, “’Oo are you?”
Sez ’e, “I’m a Jolly -’Er Majesty’s Jolly - soldier an’ sailor too!”
Now ’is work begins at Gawd knows when, and ’is work is never through;
’E isn’t one o ( Read more... )