The papers 'id it 'andsome, but you know the Army knows; We was put to groomin' camels till the regiments withdrew, An' they give us each a medal for subduin' England's foes, An' I 'ope you like my song--because it's true! _An' there ain't no chorus 'ere to give, Nor there ain't no band to play; But I wish I was dead 'fore I done what I did Or seen what I seed that day!_ "THE MEN THAT FOUGHT AT MINDEN." A SONG OF INSTRUCTION. The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time-- So was them that fought at Waterloo! All the 'ole command, yuss, from Minden to Maiwand, They was once dam' sweeps like you! _Then do not be discouraged, 'Eaven is your 'elper, We'll learn you not to forget; An' you mustn't swear an' curse, or you'll only catch it worse, For we'll make you soldiers yet._ The men that fought at Minden, they 'ad stocks beneath their chins, Six inch 'igh an' more; But fatigue it was their pride, and they _would_ not be denied To clean the cook-'ouse floor. The men that fought at Minden, they 'ad anarchistic bombs Served to 'em by name of 'and-grenades; But they got it in the eye (same as you will by an' by) When they clubbed their field-parades. The men that fought at Minden, they 'ad buttons up an' down, Two-an'-twenty dozen of 'em told; But they didn't grouse an' shirk at an hour's extry work, They kept 'em bright as gold. The men that fought at Minden, they was armed with musketoons, Also, they was drilled by 'alberdiers; I don't know what they were, but the sergeants took good care They washed be'ind their ears. The men that fought at Minden, they 'ad ever cash in 'and Which they did not bank nor save, But spent it gay an' free on their betters--such as me-- For the good advice I gave. The men that fought at Minden, they was civil--yuss, they was-- Never didn't talk o' rights an' wrongs, But they got it with the toe (same as you will get it--so!)-- For interrupting songs. The men that fought at Minden, they was several other things Which I don't remember clear; But _that's_ the reason why, now the six-year men are dry, The rooks will stand the beer! _Then do not be discouraged, 'Eaven is your 'elper, We'll learn you not to forget; An' you mustn't swear an' curse, or you'll only catch it worse, And we'll make you soldiers yet._ _Soldiers yet, if you've got it in you-- All for the sake o' the Core; Soldiers yet, if we 'ave to skin you-- Run an' get the beer, Johnny Raw--Johnny Raw! Ho! run an' get the beer, Johnny Raw!_ CHOLERA CAMP.