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“what are the bugles blowin’ for?” said files-on-parade.
“to turn you out, to turn you out”, the colour-sergeant said.
“what makes you look so white, so white?” said files-on-parade.
“i’m dreadin’ what i’ve got to watch”, the colour-sergeant said.
for they’re hangin’ danny deever, you can hear the dead march play,
the regiment’s in ’ollow square—they’re hangin’ him to-day;
they’ve taken of his b-ttons off an’ cut his stripes away,
an’ they’re hangin’ danny deever in the mornin’.

“what makes the rear-rank breathe so ’ard?” said files-on-parade.
“it’s bitter cold, it’s bitter cold”, the colour-sergeant said.
“what makes that front-rank man fall down?” said files-on-parade.
“a touch o’ sun, a touch o’ sun”, the colour-sergeant said.
they are hangin’ danny deever, they are marchin’ of ’im round,
they ’ave ’alted danny deever by ’is coffin on the ground;
an’ ’e’ll swing in ’arf a minute for a sneakin’ shootin’ hound—
o they’re hangin’ danny deever in the mornin’!

“’is cot was right-’and cot to mine”, said files-on-parade.
“’e’s sleepin’ out an’ far to-night”, the colour-sergeant said.
“i’ve drunk ‘is beer a score o’ times”, said files-on-parade.
“’e’s drinkin’ bitter beer alone”, the colour-sergeant said.
they are hangin’ danny deever, you must mark ’im to ’is place,
for ’e shot a comrade sleepin’—you must look ’im in the face;
nine ’undred of ’is county an’ the regiment’s disgrace,
while they’re hangin’ danny deever in the mornin’.

“what’s that so black agin’ the sun?” said files-on-parade.
“it’s danny fightin’ ’ard for life”, the colour-sergeant said.
“what’s that that whimpers over’ead?” said files-on-parade.
“it’s danny’s soul that’s p-ssin’ now”, the colour-sergeant said.
for they’re done with danny deever, you can ’ear the quickstep play,
the regiment’s in column, an’ they’re marchin’ us away;
ho! the young recruits are shakin’, an’ they’ll want their beer to-day,
after hangin’ danny deever in the mornin’.

- rudyard kipling

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