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        A  is the Adjutant who struts on the square.
        B  is the Barrack room dreary and bare,
        C  is the Commandant whose word is our law,
        D  are the "Drills" we wish we ne'er saw.
        E  is the Engine which on Tuesdays we pump.
        F  the Fatigues which gave us the hump.
       G's  the Gymnasium reigned o'er by M'Gurgan.
       H  is the Hospital in which is the Surgeon.
       I's  for Instruction at morn,noon,and night.
       J  is the Jump-sheet which shakes us with fright.
       K are our Kits we clean without zest.
       L  is the Library our haven of rest.
       M  is for Musketry our ambition and aim.
       N  is the nose-cap we seldom have "clane".
       O  are the Orderlies watching the work.
       P  the Parades we seldom can shirk.
       Q  is the Question we ne'er heard before.
       R  the Regulations we learn by the score.
       S  is for Stevens, where we go when we're sickly.
       T  are the Tubes which teach shooting so quickly.
       U  is the Uniform which makes men of us youngsters.
       V  are the Voices of our many instructors.
       W's  the Whistle with which is the chain.
       X  is the Stout that's in the " cantane".
       Y  is the Yearning we feel for our home.
       Z  is the Zeal as recruits we have shown.

                           Llewdor.
                 R.I.C. Mag-Dec 1912







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