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rudyard kipling – oonts كلمات اغاني

wot makes the soldier’s ‘eart to penk, wot makes ‘im to perspire?
it isn’t standin’ up to charge nor lyin’ down to fire;
but it’s everlastin’ waitin’ on a everlastin’ road
for the commissariat camel an’ ‘is commissariat load
o the oont, o the oont, o the commissariat oont!
with ‘is silly neck a_bobbin’ like a basket full o’ snakes;
we packs ‘im like an idol, an’ you ought to ‘ear ‘im grunt
an’ when we gets ‘im loaded up ‘is blessed girth_rope breaks

wot makes the rear_guard swear so ‘ard when night is drorin’ in
an’ every native follower is shiverin’ for ‘is skin?
it ain’t the chanst o’ being rushed by paythans from the ‘ills
it’s the commissariat camel puttin’ on ‘is bloomin’ frills!
o the oont, o the oont, o the hairy scary oont!
a_trippin’ over tent_ropes when we’ve got the night alarm!
we socks ‘im with a stretcher_pole an’ ‘eads ‘im off in front
an’ when we’ve saved ‘is bloomin’ life ‘e chaws our bloomin’ arm
the ‘orse ‘e knows above a bit, the bullock’s but a fool
the elephant’s a gentleman, the battery_mule’s a mule;
but the commissariat cam_u_el, when all is said an’ done
‘e’s a devil an’ a ostrich an’ a orphan_child in one
o the oont, o the oont, o the gawd_forsaken oont!
the lumpy_’umpy ‘ummin’_bird a_singin’ where ‘e lies
‘e’s blocked the whole division from the rear_guard to the front
an’ when we get him up again—the beggar goes an’ dies!

‘e’ll gall an’ chafe an’ lame an’ fight—’e smells most awful vile;
‘e’ll lose ‘isself for ever if you let ‘im stray a mile;
‘e’s game to graze the ‘ole day long an’ ‘owl the ‘ole night through
an’ when ‘e comes to greasy ground ‘e splits ‘isself in two
o the oont, o the oont, o the floppin’, droppin’ oont!
when ‘is long legs give from under an’ ‘is meltin’ eye is dim
the tribes is up be’ind us, and the tribes is out in front—
it ain’t no jam for tommy, but it’s kites an’ crows for ‘im

so when the cruel march is done, an’ when the roads is blind
an’ when we sees the camp in front an’ ‘ears the shots be’ind
ho! then we strips ‘is saddle off, and all ‘is woes is past:
‘e thinks on us that used ‘im so, and gets revenge at last
o the oont, o the oont, o the floatin’, bloatin’ oont!
the late lamented camel in the water_cut ‘e lies;
we keeps a mile be’ind ‘im an’ we keeps a mile in front
but ‘e gets into the drinkin’_casks, and then o’ course we dies

- rudyard kipling

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