Once in a lifetime, sahib, once is enough.

They had their bands with them.

The same tune burst on our ears that had greeted us that first night of our charge in Flanders, and we--great bearded men--we wept like little ones.

They played IT IS A LONG, LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY.
Then because we were cavalry and entitled to the same, they gave us BONNIE DUNDEE and the horses cantered to it; but some of us rolled from the saddle in sheer weakness.

Then we halted in something like a line, and a general rode up to shake hands with Ranjoor Singh and to say things in our tongue that may not be repeated, for they were words from heart to heart.