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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510878" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Screw-Guns</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,<br>I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule,<br>With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a beggar forgets<br>It's only the pick of the Army<br> that handles the dear little pets -- 'Tss! 'Tss!<br> For you all love the screw-guns -- the screw-guns they all love you!<br> So when we call round with a few guns,<br> o' course you will know what to do -- hoo! hoo!<br> Jest send in your Chief an' surrender --<br> it's worse if you fights or you runs:<br> You can go where you please, you can skid up the trees,<br> but you don't get away from the guns!<br> <br>They sends us along where the roads are, but mostly we goes where they ain't:<br>We'd climb up the side of a sign-board an' trust to the stick o' the paint:<br>We've chivied the Naga an' Looshai, we've give the Afreedeeman fits,<br>For we fancies ourselves at two thousand,<br> we guns that are built in two bits -- 'Tss! 'Tss!<br> For you all love the screw-guns . . .<br> <br>If a man doesn't work, why, we drills 'im an' teaches 'im 'ow to behave;<br>If a beggar can't march, why, we kills 'im an' rattles 'im into 'is grave.<br>You've got to stand up to our business an' spring without snatchin' or fuss.<br>D'you say that you sweat with the field-guns?<br> By God, you must lather with us -- 'Tss! 'Tss!<br> For you all love the screw-guns . . .<br> <br>The eagles is screamin' around us, the river's a-moanin' below,<br>We're clear o' the pine an' the oak-scrub,<br> we're out on the rocks an' the snow,<br>An' the wind is as thin as a whip-lash what carries away to the plains<br>The rattle an' stamp o' the lead-mules --<br> the jinglety-jink o' the chains -- 'Tss! 'Tss!<br> For you all love the screw-guns . . .<br> <br>There's a wheel on the Horns o' the Mornin',<br> an' a wheel on the edge o' the Pit,<br>An' a drop into nothin' beneath you as straight as a beggar can spit:<br>With the sweat runnin' out o' your shirt-sleeves,<br> an' the sun off the snow in your face,<br>An' 'arf o' the men on the drag-ropes<br> to hold the old gun in 'er place -- 'Tss! 'Tss!<br> For you all love the screw-guns . . .<br> <br>Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,<br>I climbs in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule.<br>The monkey can say what our road was --<br> the wild-goat 'e knows where we passed.<br>Stand easy, you long-eared old darlin's!<br> Out drag-ropes! With shrapnel! Hold fast -- 'Tss! 'Tss!<br> For you all love the screw-guns -- the screw-guns they all love you!<br> So when we take tea with a few guns,<br> o' course you will know what to do -- hoo! hoo!<br> Jest send in your Chief an' surrender --<br> it's worse if you fights or you runs:<br> You may hide in the caves, they'll be only your graves,<br> but you can't get away from the guns!</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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