| The India that one read about
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| And may have been misled about
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| In one respect has kept itself intact
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| Though 'Pukka Sahib' traditions may have cracked
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| And thinned
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| The good old Indian army’s still a fact
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| That famous monumental man
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| The Officer and Gentleman
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| Still lives and breathes and functions from Bombay to Katmandu
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| At any moment one can glimpse
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| Matured or embryonic 'Blimps'
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| Vivaciously speculating as to what became of who
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| Though Eastern sounds may fascinate your ear
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| When West meets West you’re always sure to hear-
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| Whatever became of old Bagot?
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| I haven’t seen him for a year
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| Is it true that young Forbes had to marry that Faggot
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| He met in the Vale of Kashmir?
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| Have you had any news
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| Or that chap in the «Blues»
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| Was it Prosser or Pyecroft or Pym?
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| He was stationed in Simla, or was it Bengal?
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| I know he got tight at a ball in Nepal
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| And wrote several four-letter words on the wall
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| I wonder what happened to him!
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| Whatever became of old Shelley?
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| Is it true that young Briggs was cashiered
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| For riding quite nude on a push-bike through Delhi
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| The day the new Viceroy appeared?
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| Have you had any word
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| Of that bloke in the 'Third'
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| Was it Southerby, Sedgwick or Sim?
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| They had him thrown out of the club in Bombay
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| For, apart from his mess bill exceeding his pay
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| He took to pig-sticking in quite the wrong way
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| I wonder what happened to him!
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| One must admit that by and large
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| Upholders of the British Raj*
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| Don’t shine in conversation as a breed
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| Though Indian army officers can read
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| A bit
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| Their verbal wit-has rather run to seed
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| Their splendid insularity
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| And roguish jocularity
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| Was echoing through when Victoria was Queen
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| In restaurants and dining-cars
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| In messes, clubs and hotel bars
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| They try to maintain tradition in the way it’s always been
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| Though worlds may change and nations disappear
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| Above the shrieking chaos you will hear-
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| Whatever became of old Tucker?
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| Have you heard any word of young Mills
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| Who ruptured himself at the end of a chukka
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| And had to be sent to the hills?
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| They say that young Lees
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| Had a go of 'D.T.'s'
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| And his hopes of promotion are slim
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| According to Stubbs, who’s a bit of a louse
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| The silly young blighter went out on a 'souse'
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| And took two old tarts into Government House
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| I wonder what happened to him!
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| Whatever became of old Keeling?
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| I hear that he got back from France
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| And frightened three nuns in a train in Darjeeling
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| By stripping and waving his lance!
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| D’you remember Munroe
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| In the P.A.V.O?
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| He was tallish and mentally dim
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| The talk of heredity can’t be quite true
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| He was dropped on his head by his ayah at two
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| I presume that by now he’ll have reached G.H.Q
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| I’m sure that’s what happened to him!
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| Whatever became of old Archie?
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| I hear he departed this life
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| After rounding up ten sacred cows in Karachi
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| To welcome the Governor’s wife
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| D’you remember young Phipps
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| Who had very large hips
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| And whose waist was excessively slim?
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| Well, it seems that some doctor in Grosvenor Square
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| Gave him hormone injections for growing his hair
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| And he grew something here, and he grew something there
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| I wonder what happened to her-him?
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| Devote themselves to action and to deed |