________________________________________________
Title: Tell Your Troubles To The Corporal Of The Guard
Author: W. E. Christian [
More Titles by Christian]
If number one you are walking,
And to a comrade talking,
While around the country gawking,
Keeping neither watch nor ward,
And an officer unsaluted,
Swears at you with voice polluted,
Tell your troubles to the Corporal of the Guard.
If you are at the bridge of Spain,
And a foreign lady vain--
While a native with a rein
Jerks the skinny pony hard,
When to her aid you'll turn,
Tell your troubles to the Corporal of the Guard.
If on the Escolta posted,
And the sun your back has roasted,
And rebel chieftain boasted
As he handed you his card--
That he soon would clean you out
And put your Dewey's fleet to rout,
Tell your troubles to the Corporal of the Guard.
If to the canteen you are sent,
And your frame with thirst is rent,
And your spirits drooped and bent,
And the soldiers and the sailors bottle-crazed--
All are drinking fizzes cool,
Do not rave and act the fool,
Tell your troubles to the Corporal of the Guard.
If you should a bottle get,
No matter on which beat,
Or a morsel sweet to eat,
In the dreary times so hard;
You will find a friend to share it--
Call promptly for the Corporal of the Guard.
[The end]
W. E. Christian's poem: Tell Your Troubles To The Corporal Of The Guard
________________________________________________
GO TO TOP OF SCREEN
