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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510815" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Loot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,<br> If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,<br>If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack,<br> You will understand this little song o' mine.<br>But the service rules are 'ard, an' from such we are debarred,<br> For the same with English morals does not suit.<br> (~Cornet~: Toot! toot!)<br>W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber<br> With the --<br>(~Chorus~) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot!<br> Ow the loot!<br> Bloomin' loot!<br> That's the thing to make the boys git up an' shoot!<br> It's the same with dogs an' men,<br> If you'd make 'em come again<br> Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot!<br> (~ff~) Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!<br> <br>If you've knocked a nigger edgeways when 'e's thrustin' for your life,<br> You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell;<br>An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is knife<br> That you ain't told off to bury 'im as well.<br>Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under<br> Why lootin' should be entered as a crime;<br>So if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an' clear<br> 'Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime.<br>(~Chorus~) With the loot, . . .<br> <br>Now remember when you're 'acking round a gilded Burma god<br> That 'is eyes is very often precious stones;<br>An' if you treat a nigger to a dose o' cleanin'-rod<br> 'E's like to show you everything 'e owns.<br>When 'e won't prodooce no more, pour some water on the floor<br> Where you 'ear it answer 'ollow to the boot<br> (~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --<br>When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down the chink,<br> An' you're sure to touch the --<br>(~Chorus~) Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!<br> Ow the loot! . . .<br> <br>When from 'ouse to 'ouse you're 'unting, you must always work in pairs --<br> It 'alves the gain, but safer you will find --<br>For a single man gets bottled on them twisty-wisty stairs,<br> An' a woman comes and clobs 'im from be'ind.<br>When you've turned 'em inside out, an' it seems beyond a doubt<br> As if there weren't enough to dust a flute<br> (~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --<br>Before you sling your 'ook, at the 'ousetops take a look,<br> For it's underneath the tiles they 'ide the loot.<br>(~Chorus~) Ow the loot! . . .<br> <br>You can mostly square a Sergint an' a Quartermaster too,<br> If you only take the proper way to go;<br>~I~ could never keep my pickin's, but I've learned you all I knew --<br> An' don't you never say I told you so.<br>An' now I'll bid good-bye, for I'm gettin' rather dry,<br> An' I see another tunin' up to toot<br> (~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --<br>So 'ere's good-luck to those that wears the Widow's clo'es,<br> An' the Devil send 'em all they want o' loot!<br>(~Chorus~) Yes, the loot,<br> Bloomin' loot!<br> In the tunic an' the mess-tin an' the boot!<br> It's the same with dogs an' men,<br> If you'd make 'em come again<br> (~fff~) Whoop 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!<br> Heeya! Sick 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!</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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