Accordin' as commanded From Kohat to Singapore, I wish that I might see them, With my Mother-Lodge once more! Outside" Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!" Inside-"Brother," an' it doesn't do no 'arm. We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square, An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there! 1 Cigar-lighter. 2 Butler. 3 Pantry. "FOLLOW ME 'OME" THERE was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, An' because it was so, why, o' course 'e went an' died, Which is just what the best men do. So it's knock out your pipes an' follow me! Follow me-follow me 'ome! 'Is mare she neighs the 'ole day long, An' she won't take 'er feed 'cause o' waitin' for 'is step, Which is just what a beast would do. 'Is girl she goes with a bombardier Before 'er month is through; An' the banns are up in church, for she's got the beggar hooked, Which is just what a girl would do. We fought 'bout a dog-last week it were- But I strook 'im cruel 'ard, an' I wish I 'adn't now, 'E was all that I 'ad in the way of a friend, But I'd give my pay an' stripe for to get the beggar back, Which it's just too late to do. So it's knock out your pipes an' follow me! Follow me-follow me 'ome! Take 'im away! 'E's gone where the best men go. Take 'im away! An' the gun-wheels turnin' slow. Take 'im away! There's more from the place 'e come. Take 'im away, with the limber an' the drum. For it's" Three rounds blank" an' follow me, Oh, passin' the love o' women, THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN' 'E WAS warned agin' 'er- Cheer for the Sergeant's weddin'- What's the use o' tellin' 'Arf the lot she's been ? 'E's a bloomin' robber, An' 'e keeps canteen. Gawd, you needn't ask! 'Made 'is forty gallon Out of every cask! Now it's done an' over, 'Ear the organ squeak, "Voice that breathed o'er Eden" Ain't she got the cheek! White an' laylock ribbons, Think yourself so fine! I'd pray Gawd to take yer 'Fore I made yer mine! Escort to the kerridge, Wish 'im luck, the brute! Chuck the slippers after[Pity 'tain't a boot!] |