World War I Roll of Honour - The Clove Club Hackney Downs School
World War I Roll of Honour - The Clove Club Hackney Downs School
World War I Roll of Honour - The Clove Club Hackney Downs School
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THE R.S.M.<br />
A CHARACTER SKETCH (87/16)<br />
(With apologies to Rudyard Kipling and Regimental Sergeant-Major A.J.Marley.)<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s a dapper red-faced man,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
Wears a belt <strong>of</strong> tanniest tan.<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
He’s a bugle in his throat,<br />
And he’s eyes all up his coat,<br />
So don’t try to play the goat<br />
With the R.S.M.<br />
He’s a strong and steely stare,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
Like a lion in his lair,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
Get his back up if you dare,<br />
And his glassy glittering glare<br />
‘ll take the curl out <strong>of</strong> your hair,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
Pointed tongue and lightning glance,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
Sets the pace and leads the dance,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
Not a big ‘un - but he’s wise,<br />
He’s a terror for his size;<br />
You can bet there are no flies<br />
On the R.S.M.<br />
He’s no fancy dressed up doll,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
Concentrated toluol,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
Got a roundy fighting head,<br />
And a voice to wake the dead,<br />
Knows the game from A to Z,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
When he gets to kingdom come,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
Guess he’ll make old Hades hum.<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
Every man Jack down below,<br />
Drafted into the old K.O.,<br />
A thousand buglers, in a row,<br />
Lifting Hell’s ro<strong>of</strong> with a mighty blow,<br />
Orderly-Sergeant - ten thousand or so -<br />
Madly dashing to and from,<br />
A million defaulters, with Batte provost,<br />
Stoking away for all they know,<br />
Everyone making obedient bow<br />
To the one man running the bally show,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.<br />
But just do as you ought to do<br />
By the R.S.M.<br />
And he’ll do the same by you,<br />
Will the R.S.M.<br />
Take <strong>of</strong> his belt <strong>of</strong> tannest tan,<br />
Take <strong>of</strong> his uniform spick and span,<br />
Underneath you’ll find a MAN,<br />
<strong>The</strong> R.S.M.