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| IF you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, | 1 |
 If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line, |
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| If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack, | 3 |
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You will understand this little song o' mine. |
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| But the service rules are 'ard, an' from such we are debarred, | 5 |
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For the same with English morals does not suit. |
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 (Cornet: Toot! toot!) |
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| W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber | 7 |
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With the – |
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(Chorus) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot! |
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Ow the loot! |
1C1 |
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Bloomin' loot! |
1C2 |
 That's the thing to make the boys git up an' shoot! |
1C3 |
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It's the same with dogs an' men, |
1C4 |
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If you'd make 'em come again |
1C5 |
 Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! |
1C6 |
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(ff) Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! |
1C7 |
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Loot! loot! loot! |
1C8 |
| If you've knocked a nigger edgeways when 'e's thrustin' for your life, | 9 |
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You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell; |
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| An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is knife | 11 |
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That you ain't told off to bury 'im as well. |
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| Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under | 13 |
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Why lootin' should be entered as a crime; |
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| So if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an' clear | 15 |
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'Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime. |
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 (Chorus) With the loot, . . . |
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Now remember when you're 'acking round a gilded Burma god | 17 |
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That 'is eyes is very often precious stones; |
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| An' if you treat a nigger to a dose o' cleanin'-rod | 19 |
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'E's like to show you everything 'e owns. |
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| When 'e won't prodooce no more, pour some water on the floor | 21 |
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Where you 'ear it answer 'ollow to the boot |
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(Cornet: Toot! toot!) |
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| When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down the chink, | 23 |
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An' you're sure to touch the – |
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(Chorus) Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot! |
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Ow the loot! . . . |
3C1 |
| When from 'ouse to 'ouse you're 'unting, you must always work in pairs – | 25 |
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It 'alves the gain, but safer you will find – |
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| For a single man gets bottled on them twisty-wisty stairs, | 27 |
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An' a woman comes and clobs 'im from be'ind. |
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| When you've turned 'em inside out, an' it seems beyond a doubt | 29 |
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As if there weren't enough to dust a flute |
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(Cornet: Toot! toot!) |
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| Before you sling your 'ook, at the 'ousetops take a look, | 31 |
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For it's underneath the tiles they 'ide the loot. |
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Ow the loot! . . . |
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You can mostly square a Sergint an' a Quartermaster too, |
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If you only take the proper way to go; |
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| I could never keep my pickin's, but I've learned you all I knew – | 35 |
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An' don't you never say I told you so. |
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| An' now I'll bid good-bye, for I'm gettin' rather dry, | 37 |
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An' I see another tunin' up to toot |
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(Cornet: Toot! toot!) |
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| So 'ere's good-luck to those that wears the Widow's clo'es, | 39 |
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An' the Devil send 'em all they want o' loot! |
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(Chorus) Yes, the loot, |
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Bloomin' loot! |
5C2 |
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In the tunic an' the mess-tin an' the boot! |
5C3 |
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It's the same with dogs an' men, |
5C4 |
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If you'd make 'em come again |
5C5 |
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(fff) Whoop 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! |
5C6 |
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Loot! loot! loot! |
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Heeya! Sick 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! |
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Loot! loot! loot! |
5C8 |