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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cells</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick:<br>I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick,<br>But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard: I've made the cinders fly,<br>And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drink<br> and blacking the Corporal's eye.<br> With a second-hand overcoat under my head,<br> And a beautiful view of the yard,<br> O it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C.B.<br> For &quot;drunk and resisting the Guard!&quot;<br> Mad drunk and resisting the Guard --<br> 'Strewth, but I socked it them hard!<br> So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C.B.<br> For &quot;drunk and resisting the Guard.&quot;<br> <br>I started o' canteen porter, I finished o' canteen beer,<br>But a dose o' gin that a mate slipped in, it was that that brought me here.<br>'Twas that and an extry double Guard that rubbed my nose in the dirt;<br>But I fell away with the Corp'ral's stock<br> and the best of the Corp'ral's shirt.<br> <br>I left my cap in a public-house, my boots in the public road,<br>And Lord knows where, and I don't care, my belt and my tunic goed;<br>They'll stop my pay, they'll cut away the stripes I used to wear,<br>But I left my mark on the Corp'ral's face, and I think he'll keep it there!<br> <br>My wife she cries on the barrack-gate, my kid in the barrack-yard,<br>It ain't that I mind the Ord'ly room -- it's ~that~ that cuts so hard.<br>I'll take my oath before them both that I will sure abstain,<br>But as soon as I'm in with a mate and gin, I know I'll do it again!<br> With a second-hand overcoat under my head,<br> And a beautiful view of the yard,<br> Yes, it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C.B.<br> For &quot;drunk and resisting the Guard!&quot;<br> Mad drunk and resisting the Guard --<br> 'Strewth, but I socked it them hard!<br> So it's pack-drill for me and a fortnight's C.B.<br> For &quot;drunk and resisting the Guard.&quot;</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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