Tatars

"The Tartars of the Oxus, the King's guard, First, with black sheep-skin caps and with long spears; Large men, large steeds; who from come And , and ferment the milk of mares. Next the more temperate Toorkmuns of the south, The Tukas, and the lances of Salore, And those from Attruck and the Caspian sands; Light men, and on light steeds, who only drink The acrid milk of camels, and their wells. And then a swarm of wandering horse, who came From far, and more doubtful service owned; The Tartars of Ferghana, from the banks Of the Jaxartes, men with scanty beards And close-set skull-caps; and those wilder hordes Who roam o’er and the northern waste, Kalmuks and unkemped Kuzzaks, tribes who stray Nearest the Pole, and wandering Kirghizzes, Who come on shaggy ponies from Pamere."

"Now listen here you buggers, we’ve caught a fuking tartar; At every kind of bludgin’ that bastard’s got the starter, At poker and at two-up he shook our fucking rules, He swipes our fucking liquor and he robs our fucking girls."