Soon they will camp as the dawn’s growin’ grey,
Roll up for coffee an’ sleep while they may—
The section, etc.
Read their ’ome letters, their papers an’ such,
For they’ll move after dark to astonish the Dutch
With a section, etc.
’Untin’ for shade as the long hours pass,
Blankets on rifles or burrows in grass,
Lies the section, etc.
Dossin’ or beatin’ a shirt in the sun,
Watching chameleons or cleanin’ a gun,
Waits the section, etc.
With nothin’ but stillness as far as you please,
An’ the silly mirage stringin’ islands an’ seas
Round the section, etc.
So they strips off their hide an’ they grills in their bones,
Till the shadows crawl out from beneath the pore stones
Towards the section, etc.
An’ the Mauser-bird stops an’ the jackals begin,
An’ the ’orse-guard comes up and the Gunners ’ook in
As a ’int to the pompom an’ six ’undred men....
Off through the dark with the stars to rely on—
(Alpha Centauri an’ somethin’ Orion)
Moves the section, etc.
Same bloomin’ ’ole which the ant-bear ’as broke,
Same bloomin’ stumble an’ same bloomin’ joke
Down the section, etc.
Same ‘which is right?’ where the cart-tracks divide,
Same ‘give it up’ from the same clever guide
To the section, etc.