Quartermaster-Sergeant: "Confound it; I nearly forgot that.
Oh--er--er--take 'em a cupful, and--er--say we're on half rations."
_Chorus from minor waggonites from round cook-house fire._
"We don't want to fight,
And, by Jingo, if--we--do,
We've got the rum, we've got the tea,
And we've got the sugar, too."
_The Yeomen's Lines. Men just in from patrol._