On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer; China 'crost the Bay!

I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!

I have stated it plain, an' my argument's thus ( It's all one, says the Sapper) There's only one Corps which is perfect - that's us; An' they call us Her Majesty's Engineers, With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.

And what should they know of England who only England know?

He will kill mice and he will be kind to babies...but when the moon gets up and the night comes, he is the Cat that Walks by Himself.

Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?