Rudyard Kipling - Barrack Room Ballads

Now remember when you’re ‘acking round a gilded Burma god
That ‘is eyes is very often precious stones;
An’ if you treat a nigger to a dose o’ cleanin’-rod
‘E’s like to show you everything ‘e owns.
When ‘e won’t prodooce no more, pour some water on the floor
Where you ‘ear it answer ‘ollow to the boot
(Cornet: Toot! toot!) —
When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down the chink,
An’ you’re sure to touch the —
(Chorus) Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
Ow the loot!..

When from ‘ouse to ‘ouse you’re ‘unting, you must always work in pairs —
It ‘alves the gain, but safer you will find —
For a single man gets bottled on them twisty-wisty stairs,
An’ a woman comes and clobs ‘im from be’ind.
When you’ve turned ‘em inside out, an’ it seems beyond a doubt
As if there weren’t enough to dust a flute
(Cornet: Toot! toot!) —
Before you sling your ‘ook, at the ‘ousetops take a look,
For it’s underneath the tiles they ‘ide the loot.
(Chorus) Ow the loot!..

You can mostly square a Sergint an’ a Quartermaster too,
If you only take the proper way to go;
I could never keep my pickin’s, but I’ve learned you all I knew —
An’ don’t you never say I told you so.
An’ now I’ll bid good-bye, for I’m gettin’ rather dry,
An’ I see another tunin’ up to toot
(Cornet: Toot! toot!) —
So ‘ere’s good-luck to those that wears the Widow’s clo’es,
An’ the Devil send ‘em all they want o’ loot!
(Chorus) Yes, the loot,
Bloomin’ loot!
In the tunic an’ the mess-tin an’ the boot!
It’s the same with dogs an’ men,
If you’d make ‘em come again