Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Rudyard Kipling 1865–1936Danny Deever
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“To turn you out, to turn you out,” the Color-Sergeant said.
“What makes you look so white, so white?” said Files-on-Parade.
“I ’m dreadin’ what I ’ve got to watch,” the Color-Sergeant said.
For they ’re hangin’ Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,
The regiment’s in ’ollow square—they ’re hangin’ him to-day;
They ’ve taken of his buttons off an’ cut his stripes away,
An’ they ’re hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’.
“It ’s bitter cold, it ’s bitter cold,” the Color-Sergeant said.
“What makes that front-rank man fall down?” says Files-on-Parade.
“A touch o’ sun, a touch o’ sun,” the Color-Sergeant said.
They are hangin’ Danny Deever, they are marchin’ of ’im round,
They’ave ’alted Danny Deever by ’is coffin on the ground;
An’ ’e’ll swing in ’arf a minute for a sneakin’ shootin’ hound—
O they ’re hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’!
“’E’s sleepin’ out an’ far to-night,” the Color-Sergeant said.
“I ’ve drunk ’is beer a score o’ times,” said Files-on-Parade.
“’E’s drinkin’ bitter beer alone,” the Color-Sergeant said.
They are hangin’ Danny Deever, you must mark ’im to ’is place,
For ’e shot a comrade sleepin’—you must look ’im in the face;
Nine ’undred of ’is county an’ the regiment’s disgrace,
While they ’re hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’.
“It ’s Danny fightin’ ’ard for life,” the Color-Sergeant said.
“What ’s that that whimpers over’ead?” said Files-on-Parade.
“It ’s Danny’s soul that ’s passin’ now,” the Color-Sergeant said.
For they ’re done with Danny Deever, you can ’ear the quickstep play,
The regiment’s in column, an’ they ’re marchin’ us away;
Ho! the young recruits are shakin’, an’ they ’ll want their beer to-day,
After hangin’ Dannv Deever in the mornin’.