Thursday, 30 June 2011

My old tarpaulin jacket

        Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket, jacket,
        An’ say a poor buffer lies low, lies low,
        An’ six stalwart lancers shall carry me, carry me,
        With steps that are mournful an’ slow.

        Then send for six brandies and sodas, soda,
        An’ set ’em all in a row, row . . .

Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.252, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.

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