Our Regimental Mess.
The baccy blew; the cocktails flew,
The whisky followed free.
I was the first whose buttons burst
From too much S and B.
Down dropt the cap’n; the colonel dropt down,
’Twas as droll as droll could be;
And they did fall only to bawl
An oath with a big big D.
All in a hot and smoky room