Thenwebroughtthelancesdown，thenthebuglesblew，WhenwewenttoKandahar，ridin’twoan’two，Ridin’，ridin’，ridin’，twoan’two，Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra，AllthewaytoKandahar，ridin’twoan’two——
Barrack-RoomBallad。
’I’MNOTangrywiththeBritishpublic，butIwishwehadafewthousandofthemscatteredamongtheserooksTheywouldn’tbeinsuchahurrytogetattheirmorningpapersthenCan’tyouimaginetheregulationhouseholder——LoverofJustice，ConstantReader，Paterfamilias，andallthatlot——frizzlingonhotgravel？’
’Withablueveiloverhishead，andhisclothesinstripsHasanymanhereaneedle？I’vegotapieceofsugar-sack。’
’I’lllendyouapacking-needleforsixsquareinchesofitthenBothmykneesarewornthrough。’