Fer good and all, till May.”
And then our two right hands we clasps
The ’greement fer to bind;
And felt like them there “Army” chaps
Wot’s left all sin behind.
If any tries to pull our leg
This coming Hogmanay
We’ll shout, “No, no! we’ve driv’ the peg
Home flush and fast till May.”
Well, Dave and me, we saunters down