Harry mania, Prince Harry said, did, etc etc

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  1. Right I've officially had enough of the whole Harry thing now. How many more Harry threads can we start ffs?

    The final word i'll say about it is below:


    HARRY


    I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
    The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no squaddies here."
    The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
    I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
    O it's Harry this, an' Harry that, an' "Harry, go away";
    But it's "Thank you, Mister Wales", when the band begins to play,
    The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
    O it's "Thank you, Mister Wales", when the band begins to play.

    I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
    They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
    They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
    But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
    For it's Harry this, an' Harry that, an' "Harry, wait outside";
    But it's "Special train for Wales" when the trooper's on the tide,
    The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
    O it's "Special train for Wales" when the trooper's on the tide.

    Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
    Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
    An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
    Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
    Then it's Harry this, an' Harry that, an' "Harry, 'ow's yer soul?"
    But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
    The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
    O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.

    We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
    But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
    An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
    Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
    While it's Harry this, an' Harry that, an' "Harry, fall be'ind",
    But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
    There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
    O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.

    You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
    We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
    Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
    The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
    For it's Harry this, an' Harry that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
    But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
    An' it's Harry this, an' Harry that, an' anything you please;
    An' Harry ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Harry sees!



    With my sincerest apologies to Rudyard Kipling :wink: