Showing posts with label lancers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lancers. Show all posts

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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Monday, 2 June 2008

The best troopers


And of course Lady Sale was to the fore, wearing an enormous turban and riding a tiny Afghan pony side-saddle. ‘I was saying to Lady McNaghten that I believe we wives would make the best troopers of all,’ she cries out. ‘What do you think, Mr Flashman?’
‘I’d take your Ladyship into my troop any time,’ says I, at which she simpered horribly – ‘but the other horses might be jealous,’ I says to myself quietly, at which the lancers set up a great laugh.



Flashman, p.178, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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