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INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918
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  It was not a Crystal Palace nor Cathedral;
   It was not a public-house of common fame;
  But a piece of red-hot sand, with a palm on either hand,
   And a little hut for Sergeant Whatisname.

Said England unto Pharaoh, "You've had miracles before,
When Aaron struck your rivers into blood;
But if you watch the Sergeant he can show you something more.
He's a charm for making riflemen from mud."
  It was neither Hindustani, French, nor Coptics;
   It was odds and ends and leavings of the same,
  Translated by a stick (which is really half the trick),
   And Pharaoh harked to Sergeant Whatisname.

(There were years that no one talked of; there were times of horrid doubt—
There was faith and hope and whacking and despair—
While the Sergeant gave the Cautions and he combed old Pharaoh out,
And England didn't seem to know nor care.
  That is England's awful way o' doing business
   She would serve her God (or Gordon) just the same
  For she thinks her Empire still is the Strand and Holborn Hill,

   And she didn't think of Sergeant Whatisname.)

Said England to the Sergeant, "You can let my people go!"
(England used 'em cheap and nasty from the start),
And they entered 'em in battle on a most astonished foe—
But the Sergeant he had hardened Pharaoh's heart
  Which was broke, along of all the plagues of Egypt,
   Three thousand years before the Sergeant came—
  And he mended it again in a little more than ten,
  Till Pharaoh fought like Sergeant Whatisname.