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Cholera Camp

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We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights;
We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as Isrulites;
It's before us, an' be'ind us, an' we cannot get away,
An' the doctor's just reported we've ten more to-day!

Oh, strike your camp an' go, the Bugle's callin',
The Rains are fallin' --
The dead are bushed an' stoned to keep 'em safe below;
The Band's a-doin' all she knows to cheer us;
The Chaplain's gone and prayed to Gawd to 'ear us --

To 'ear us --
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Melvin Klinge 22 July 2013

Kipling was the Tom Waits of his day.

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Duncan Couchman 27 March 2009

There is a wonderful setting of this poem by the band 'Bellowhead' (See http: //www.bellowhead.co.uk/ It's track 5 of the 'jukebox player')

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