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When Sam Small joined
the regiment,
he were nobita raw recruit,
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and they marched him away
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one wintry day,
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his musket course to shoot.
They woke him up at the crack of dawn
with many a nudge and shake.
He were dreaming that Sergeant
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had broke his neck
and he didn't want awake.
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Lieutenant Bird came on parade
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and chided the lads for mooning.
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He talked in a voice like a pound of plums.
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His tonsils needed pruning.
Move to the right by fours,
he said, crisp like,
but most severe.
But Sam didn't know he's right from his left,
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so pretended he didn't hear.
Said Lieutenant, Sergeant,
take that man's name."
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The sergeant took out his pencil.
He was getting ashamed
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of taking Sam's name
and was thinking of cutting a stencil.
Sam carried a musket,
a knapsack and coat,
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spare boots that he'd
managed to wangle,
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an hatchet, a spade.
In fact, as Sam said, he'd
got everything by a kitchen mangle.
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"'March easy, men,'
Lieutenant cried,
as the musket range grew near.
"'March easy, me
blushing Aunt Fanny,'
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said Sam.
"'What a chance with
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all this here!'
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When they told him to fire at five hundred yards,
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Sam nearly had a fit
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for a six -foot wall
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or the Albert Hall,
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for all he were likely to hit.
He had fitted a cork
in his musket end
to keep his powder dry,
and he didn't remember to take it out
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the first time he let fly.
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His gun went off with a kind of pop.
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Where his bullet went no one knew,
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but next day they spoke
of a tinker's moke
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being killed by a cork near Crewe.
At three hundred yards
Sam shut his eyes
and took a careful lame.
He failed to score, but the marker swore,
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and walked away quite lame.
At two hundred yards
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Sam fired so wild
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that the sergeant feared for his skin,
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and the lads all cleared
into the neighbouring field
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and started to dig themselves in.
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Oh, sergeant,
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I hear a scraping noise,
said Sam.
What can it be?
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The noise that he heard were Lifton and Bird,
who were climbing the nearest
tree.
Oh, Sergeant, said Sam,
I've hit the bull,
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what price my shooting
now?
Said the Sergeant,
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A bull, you gormless fool,
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yon isn't a bull, it's a cow.
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At fifty yards his musket kicked,
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and went off with a noise like a blizzard,
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and down came a crow looking fair
surprised with his ram
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rod through its gizzard.
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As he loaded his musket to fire again
said the sergeant,
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don't waste shot.
You'd best fix bayonets
and charge my lad.
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It's the only chance you've got.
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Sam kept loading his gun
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while the sergeant spoke
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till the bul lets peeped
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out at the muzzle.
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When all of a sudden it
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went off bang.
What made it go off were a puzzle.
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The bullets flew out in a kind of spray,
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and everything round got peppered.
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When they counted his score,
he'd got eight bullseyes,
four magpies,
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two lambs and a shepherd.
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And the sergeant for this got a DCM,
and the colonel an OBE.
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Lieutenant Baird got a DSO,
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and Sam got five days' C .B.
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