Rudyard Kipling

thirteen, seven, nine-an'-twenty mile to-day.eleven,seventeen, thirty-two the day before. Boots, boots, movin' up an' down again. There's no discharge in the war! if you're eyes drop they will get a-top of you!Dont! don't, look at what's in front of you! Boots! boots! movin' up an down again! theres no discharge in the war! so Try! try, to think o' something different! Oh! my! God! keep! me from goin' lunatic! at the sight of them boots! boots! boots! boots! and there's no discharge in the war!