Barrack-Room Ballads

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> Loot </h2> <p>If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,<br/> If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,<br/> If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack,<br/> You will understand this little song o' mine.<br/> But the service rules are 'ard, an' from such we are debarred,<br/> For the same with English morals does not suit.<br/> (Cornet: Toot! toot!)<br/> W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber<br/> With the&mdash;<br/> (Chorus) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot!<br/> Ow the loot!<br/> Bloomin' loot!<br/> That's the thing to make the boys git up an' shoot!<br/> It's the same with dogs an' men,<br/> If you'd make 'em come again<br/> Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot!<br/> (ff) Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!<br/> <br/> If you've knocked a nigger edgeways when 'e's thrustin' for your life,<br/> You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell;<br/> An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is knife<br/> That you ain't told off to bury 'im as well.<br/> Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under<br/> Why lootin' should be entered as a crime;<br/> So if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an' clear<br/> 'Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime.<br/> (Chorus) With the loot,...<br/> <br/> Now remember when you're 'acking round a gilded Burma god<br/> That 'is eyes is very often precious stones;<br/> An' if you treat a nigger to a dose o' cleanin'-rod<br/> 'E's like to show you everything 'e owns.<br/> When 'e won't prodooce no more, pour some water on the floor<br/> Where you 'ear it answer 'ollow to the boot<br/> (Cornet: Toot! toot!)&mdash;<br/> When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down the chink,<br/> An' you're sure to touch the&mdash;<br/> (Chorus) Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!<br/> Ow the loot!...<br/> <br/> When from 'ouse to 'ouse you're 'unting, you must always work in pairs&mdash;<br/> It 'alves the gain, but safer you will find&mdash;<br/> For a single man gets bottled on them twisty-wisty stairs,<br/> An' a woman comes and clobs 'im from be'ind.<br/> When you've turned 'em inside out, an' it seems beyond a doubt<br/> As if there weren't enough to dust a flute<br/> (Cornet: Toot! toot!)&mdash;<br/> Before you sling your 'ook, at the 'ousetops take a look,<br/> For it's underneath the tiles they 'ide the loot.<br/> (Chorus) Ow the loot!...<br/> <br/> You can mostly square a Sergint an' a Quartermaster too,<br/> If you only take the proper way to go;<br/> I could never keep my pickin's, but I've learned you all I knew&mdash;<br/> An' don't you never say I told you so.<br/> An' now I'll bid good-bye, for I'm gettin' rather dry,<br/> An' I see another tunin' up to toot<br/> (Cornet: Toot! toot!)&mdash;<br/> So 'ere's good-luck to those that wears the Widow's clo'es,<br/> An' the Devil send 'em all they want o' loot!<br/> (Chorus) Yes, the loot,<br/> Bloomin' loot!<br/> In the tunic an' the mess-tin an' the boot!<br/> It's the same with dogs an' men,<br/> If you'd make 'em come again<br/> (fff) Whoop 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!<br/> Heeya! Sick 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />