It would never suit me.
But my sergeant is worse
Than a Turk or a Jew,
He finds something to curse
At, whatever I do.
At every roll-call,
If I’m not upon time,
Drill, stables, and all,
He counts it a crime;
He laughs at my story,
It would never suit me.
But my sergeant is worse
Than a Turk or a Jew,
He finds something to curse
At, whatever I do.
At every roll-call,
If I’m not upon time,
Drill, stables, and all,
He counts it a crime;
He laughs at my story,