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Army Doctor! Army Doctor!

'Ere's some 'cruities for inspection, —

Some in rags, an' some in cuffs.

Some in shirts, an' some without 'em,

Wot a blessed strange collection!

Served before? You needn't doubt 'em,

Bloomin' muffs!

Army Doctor! Army Doctor!

Take your sword, an' drop your lancet,

Teach your nurses 'ow to fight!

'Ow to march the dead march – solemn!

'Ow to route march – an' to dance it!

Teach 'em 'ow to march in column,

By the right!

Army Doctor! Army Doctor!

Gold an' velvet! 'broidered lacin's,

'Oldin' 'igh your bloomin' 'ead!

'Seen you peel that coat so winnin',

'Seen you stain them pretty facin's,

'Seen your 'ighly glossy linen,

Splattered red!

Army Doctor! Army Doctor!

'Sun is 'ot – an' we are learnin'

Lessons in the cholera school,

We're fear-sick, an' mad as 'atters,

Throat a-parchin', 'ead a-burnin',

Seems to me, you're takin' matters

Rather cool!

Army Doctor! Army Doctor!

Spurs and swagger! Cuff an' collar!

Up to ev'ry bloomin' trick!

'Seen you – as I've seen none other —

Go to – where I dursn't foller!

'Seen you act the man and brother

To the sick!

Army Doctor! Army Doctor!

Things by Engineers forgotten,

You 'ave got to recollect.

Tho' you're such a gilded dandy,

When the meat is goin' rotten,

Chances are, you're somewhere 'andy

To inspect!

Army Doctor! Army Doctor!

Where the firin' never ceases,

Where the 'uddled soldier lies,

Where the Mauser bullets shave 'im,

Gawd! they're chippin' 'im to pieces!

Git 'im out of fire an' save 'im…

Well done, Guys!