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
