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<h2> Danny Deever </h2>
<p>“What are the bugles blowin' for?” said Files-on-Parade.<br/>
“To turn you out, to turn you out”, the Colour-Sergeant said.<br/>
“What makes you look so white, so white?” said Files-on-Parade.<br/>
“I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch”, the Colour-Sergeant said.<br/>
For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,<br/>
The regiment's in 'ollow square—they're hangin' him to-day;<br/>
They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away,<br/>
An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.<br/>
<br/>
“What makes the rear-rank breathe so 'ard?” said Files-on-Parade.<br/>
“It's bitter cold, it's bitter cold”, the Colour-Sergeant said.<br/>
“What makes that front-rank man fall down?” said Files-on-Parade.<br/>
“A touch o' sun, a touch o' sun”, the Colour-Sergeant said.<br/>
They are hangin' Danny Deever, they are marchin' of 'im round,<br/>
They 'ave 'alted Danny Deever by 'is coffin on the ground;<br/>
An' 'e'll swing in 'arf a minute for a sneakin' shootin' hound—<br/>
O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'!<br/>
<br/>
“'Is cot was right-'and cot to mine”, said Files-on-Parade.<br/>
“'E's sleepin' out an' far to-night”, the Colour-Sergeant said.<br/>
“I've drunk 'is beer a score o' times”, said Files-on-Parade.<br/>
“'E's drinkin' bitter beer alone”, the Colour-Sergeant said.<br/>
They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark 'im to 'is place,<br/>
For 'e shot a comrade sleepin'—you must look 'im in the face;<br/>
Nine 'undred of 'is county an' the regiment's disgrace,<br/>
While they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.<br/>
<br/>
“What's that so black agin' the sun?” said Files-on-Parade.<br/>
“It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life”, the Colour-Sergeant said.<br/>
“What's that that whimpers over'ead?” said Files-on-Parade.<br/>
“It's Danny's soul that's passin' now”, the Colour-Sergeant said.<br/>
For they're done with Danny Deever, you can 'ear the quickstep play,<br/>
The regiment's in column, an' they're marchin' us away;<br/>
Ho! the young recruits are shakin', an' they'll want their beer to-day,<br/>
After hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.<br/></p>
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