THE ROUTE MARCH.
(In Training.)
We've got our foreign-service boots—we've 'ad 'em 'alf a day;
If it wasn't for the Adjutant I'd sling the brutes away;
If I could 'ave my old ones back I'd give a fortnight's pay,
And chuck 'em in the pair I got this morning!
We've marched a 'undred miles to-day, we've 'undreds more to go,
An' if you don't believe me, why, I'll tell you 'ow I know—
I've measured out the distance by the blister on my toe,
For I got my foreign-service boots this morning!