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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost Legion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a Legion that never was 'listed,<br> That carries no colours or crest,<br>But, split in a thousand detachments,<br> Is breaking the road for the rest.<br>Our fathers they left us their blessing --<br> They taught us, and groomed us, and crammed;<br>But we've shaken the Clubs and the Messes<br> To go and find out and be damned<br>  (Dear boys!),<br> To go and get shot and be damned.<br> <br>So some of us chivy the slaver,<br> And some of us cherish the black,<br>And some of us hunt on the Oil Coast,<br> And some on -- the Wallaby track:<br>And some of us drift to Sarawak,<br> And some of us drift up The Fly,<br>And some share our tucker with tigers,<br> And some with the gentle Masai<br>  (Dear boys!),<br> Take tea with the giddy Masai.<br> <br>We've painted The Islands vermilion,<br> We've pearled on half-shares in the Bay,<br>We've shouted on seven-ounce nuggets,<br> We've starved on a Seedeeboy's pay;<br>We've laughed at the world as we found it --<br> Its women and cities and men --<br>From Sayyid Burgash in a tantrum<br> To the smoke-reddened eyes of Loben<br>  (Dear boys!),<br> We've a little account with Loben.<br> <br>The ends o' the Earth were our portion,<br> The ocean at large was our share.<br>There was never a skirmish to windward<br> But the Leaderless Legion was there:<br>Yes, somehow and somewhere and always<br> We were first when the trouble began,<br>From a lottery-row in Manila,<br> To an I.D.B. race on the Pan<br>  (Dear boys!),<br> With the Mounted Police on the Pan.<br> <br>We preach in advance of the Army,<br> We skirmish ahead of the Church,<br>With never a gunboat to help us<br> When we're scuppered and left in the lurch.<br>But we know as the cartridges finish,<br> And we're filed on our last little shelves,<br>That the Legion that never was 'listed<br> Will send us as good as ourselves<br>  (Good men!),<br> Five hundred as good as ourselves.<br> <br>Then a health (we must drink it in whispers)<br> To our wholly unauthorised horde --<br>To the line of our dusty foreloopers,<br> The Gentlemen Rovers abroad --<br>Yes, a health to ourselves ere we scatter,<br> For the steamer won't wait for the train,<br>And the Legion that never was 'listed<br> Goes back into quarters again!<br>  'Regards!<br> Goes back under canvas again.<br>  Hurrah!<br> The swag and the billy again.<br>  Here's how!<br> The trail and the packhorse again.<br>  Salue!<br> The trek and the laager again.</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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 That carries no colours or crest,
But, split in a thousand detachments,
 Is breaking the road for the rest.
Our fathers they left us their blessing --
 They taught us, and groomed us, and crammed;
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