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" What do you do with your rifle, son ? " I
clean it every day, And rub it with an oily rag to keep the rust
away; I slope, present, and port the thing when
sweating on parade. I strop my razor on the sling; the bayonet
stand is made For me to hang my mirror on. I often use it,
too, As handle for the dixie, sir, and lug around the
stew. " But did you ever fire it, son ? " Just once,
but never more.