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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510704" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Belts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay,<br>Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree;<br>It started at Revelly an' it lasted on till dark:<br>The first man dropped at Harrison's, the last forninst the Park.<br> For it was: -- &quot;Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!&quot;<br> An' it was &quot;Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!&quot;<br> O buckle an' tongue<br> Was the song that we sung<br> From Harrison's down to the Park!<br> <br>There was a row in Silver Street -- the regiments was out,<br>They called us &quot;Delhi Rebels&quot;, an' we answered &quot;Threes about!&quot;<br>That drew them like a hornet's nest -- we met them good an' large,<br>The English at the double an' the Irish at the charge.<br> Then it was: -- &quot;Belts . . .<br> <br>There was a row in Silver Street -- an' I was in it too;<br>We passed the time o' day, an' then the belts went whirraru!<br>I misremember what occurred, but subsequint the storm<br>A ~Freeman's Journal Supplemint~ was all my uniform.<br> O it was: -- &quot;Belts . . .<br> <br>There was a row in Silver Street -- they sent the Polis there,<br>The English were too drunk to know, the Irish didn't care;<br>But when they grew impertinint we simultaneous rose,<br>Till half o' them was Liffey mud an' half was tatthered clo'es.<br> For it was: -- &quot;Belts . . .<br> <br>There was a row in Silver Street -- it might ha' raged till now,<br>But some one drew his side-arm clear, an' nobody knew how;<br>'Twas Hogan took the point an' dropped; we saw the red blood run:<br>An' so we all was murderers that started out in fun.<br> While it was: -- &quot;Belts . . .<br> <br>There was a row in Silver Street -- but that put down the shine,<br>Wid each man whisperin' to his next: &quot;'Twas never work o' mine!&quot;<br>We went away like beaten dogs, an' down the street we bore him,<br>The poor dumb corpse that couldn't tell the bhoys were sorry for him.<br> When it was: -- &quot;Belts . . .<br> <br>There was a row in Silver Street -- it isn't over yet,<br>For half of us are under guard wid punishments to get;<br>'Tis all a merricle to me as in the Clink I lie:<br>There was a row in Silver Street -- begod, I wonder why!<br> But it was: -- &quot;Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!&quot;<br> An' it was &quot;Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!&quot;<br> O buckle an' tongue<br> Was the song that we sung<br> From Harrison's down to the Park!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree;
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