A Pot Of Tea

You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam;
  You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear;
You lift it with your bay'nit, and you sniff the fragrant steam;
  The very breath of it is ripe with cheer.
You're awful cold and dirty, and a-cursin' of your lot;
  You scoff the blushin' 'alf of it, so rich and rippin' 'ot;
It bucks you up like anythink, just seems to touch the spot:
  God bless the man that first discovered Tea!

Since I came out to fight in France, which ain't the other day,
  I think I've drunk enough to float a barge;
All kinds of fancy foreign dope, from caffy and doo lay,
  To rum they serves you out before a charge.
In back rooms of estaminays I've gurgled pints of cham;
  I've swilled down mugs of cider till I've felt a bloomin' dam;
But 'struth! they all ain't in it with the vintage of Assam:
  God bless the man that first invented Tea!

I think them lazy lumps o' gods wot kips on asphodel
  Swigs nectar that's a flavour of Oolong;
I only wish them sons o' guns a-grillin' down in 'ell
  Could 'ave their daily ration of Suchong.
Hurrah! I'm off to battle, which is 'ell and 'eaven too;
  And if I don't give some poor bloke a sexton's job to do,
To-night, by Fritz's campfire, won't I 'ave a gorgeous brew
  (For fightin' mustn't interfere with Tea).
To-night we'll all be tellin' of the Boches that we slew,
  As we drink the giddy victory in Tea.

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