* ARTHUR *

‘ Oo's the Gen'ral‘ ere? sez I;

‘ Oo's the Gen'ral‘ ere?

‘ O,‘ e's a Prince o’ the Royal Blood, so you‘ ave n't got nothin’ to fear.’

But‘ e marched me‘ ere, an’‘ e marched me there,

To burn blank cartridges everywhere;

An’‘ e made me sweat, an’‘ e made me swear —

Did Arthur!

Wot can the Gen'ral do? sez I;

Wot can the Gen'ral do?

‘ O,‘ e‘ s a Prince o’ the Royal Blood, an’‘ e do n't know much about you!’

But‘ e doubled me round on a big field day:

An’‘ e checked me for loafin’ — a mile away!

An’ I found there's a time for work an’ play

With Arthur!

Wot‘ as the Gen'ral done, sez I?

Wot‘ as the Gen'ral done?

‘ O,‘ e's a Prince o’ the Royal Blood, an’ they chucked‘ im‘ is rank for fun!’

But that was a lie, for I found out since

‘ E's ninepence a soldier an’ thruppence a prince!

‘ E stood fire in Egypt, an’‘ e did n't wince!

Not Arthur!

Wot does the Gen'ral know? sez I;

Wot does the Gen'ral know?

‘ O,‘ e's a Prince o’ the Royal Blood, an’‘ e‘ s on'y got up for show!’

But I‘ chanced’ kit inspection, an’ thought it a‘ cert.’;

But‘ e put me down, smart, for a tunic an’ shirt!

An’, insult to injury — checked me for dirt!

Did Arthur!

I'm willin’ to risk, as I've done before,

A Fox‘ Ills fight, or a native war,

Or front rank man in an Army Corps,

With Arthur!

Wot is‘ e, after all? sez I;

Wot is‘ e, after all?

‘ O,‘ e's a swaddle, the same as you, an’‘ e goes to the

“orficers’ call”!’

‘ E's a gentleman, Tommy, when all's said an’ done!

‘ Is ma is the lady‘ oo‘ s second to none,

An’ we love‘ er the better because of‘ er son —

That's Arthur!