Dieu et mon Droit

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The Mutt
The Mutt
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The creakin' ropes of halyard lines,
the shout of "Port's the lee!"
We're gone to build an empire, lads
and tame the base Chinee.

We'll smite the heathen Ethiope
and flog the swarthy Jew,
We're gone to spread the Gospel, lads
and kill a wog or two.

It's bogs and boards for billets, boys
and beetle root for tea,
We'll teach the naked savages
British civility.

And when the wogs are kneeling, boys
and praying to Our Lord,
We'll split apart their bleedin' hearts
with good Birmingham swords.

We'll raze their Golden Cities, then
and put them to the sack,
We're gone to rape and pillage, lads
and shan't be comin' back.

So kiss goodbye your faithless wife
and tup a plump young lass,
We're gone to build an empire, lads
the rest can kiss our ass.

The Mutt
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LeBrozLeBrozover 16 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,500 poems.

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KOLKOREKOLKOREover 16 years ago
It's easy to love England now daysI

Gone is the Empire; forlorn is the island on which the sun glooming setting every single day. Thank god (and the queen) - there's still a cheer and a drop of alcohol to brighten the foggy days and cloud my mind. Now, to this day I can’t explain how come those bloody natives did manage at the end, to kick our asses lads so bad, I still can’t sleep on me back? Hey! Let's have another round of cheers and dream aloud of good old times when the lads kicked ass of every nation land and creed! Now do me a favor dear and close the telly and quick I do not wish to watch any of these news indeed!

iansearchofiansearchofalmost 19 years ago
Fun

I've always admired your irreverence.

Glad I wasn't the only one who thought of Gunga Din.

JenniferMidnightJenniferMidnightalmost 19 years ago
The visual was painted with flair!

Well...correct or not it sure made me rush to the fridge and pull out a chilled amber brew. Cheers my sweets!

The MuttThe Muttalmost 19 years agoAuthor
I wrote

I wrote this when I was at work, with no way to research particulars, but I didn't really care. I was going for what sounded right. I don't have a clue what beetle root is. It just sounded good coming out of the mouth of a cynical Sgt. Major speaking a drunken poem to his charges as they sail off to death. Or glory!

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