'Is mare she neighs the 'ole day long,

She paws the 'ole night through,

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

No more than a round or two;

But I strook 'im cruel 'ard, an' I wish I 'ad n't now,
Which is just what a man can't do.

'E was all that I 'ad in the way of a friend,

An' I've 'ad to find one new ;

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!
An' it's finish up your swipes an' follow me!
Oh, 'ark to the fifes a-crawlin'!

Follow me follow me 'ome!

Take 'im away!

Take 'im away!
Take 'im away!

'E's gone where the best men go.
An' the gun-wheels turnin' slow.
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,
An' it's "Thirteen rank" an' follow me;

Oh, passin' the love o' women,

Follow me

follow me 'ome!

THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN'

'E WAS warned agin 'er —

That's what made 'im look;
She was warned agin 'im—
That is why she took.
'Would n't 'ear no reason,
'Went an' done it blind;
We know all about 'em,
They 've got all to find!

THE JACKET

(Royal Horse Artillery)

THROUGH the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi,

Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun;

An' you might 'ave called us dirty, an' you might ha' called us dry,

An' you might 'ave 'eard us talkin' at the gun.

But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, an' the jacket it was new-
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)

An' the wettin' of the jacket is the proper thing to do,
Nor we did n't keep 'im waiting very long.

One day they gave us orders for to shell a sand redoubt,
Loadin' down the axle-arms with case;

But the Captain knew 'is dooty, an' he took the crackers out
An' he put some proper liquor in its place.

An' the Captain saw the shrapnel, which is six-an'-thirty clear. ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)

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"Will you draw the weight," sez 'e, sez'e, or will you draw the

beer?"

An' we did n't keep 'im waitin' very long.

For the Captain, etc.

Then we trotted gentle, not to break the bloomin' glass,
Though the Arabites 'ad all their ranges marked;

But we durs n't 'ardly gallop, for the most was bottled Bass,
An' we'd dreamed of it since we was disembarked:

So we fired economic with the shells we 'ad in 'and,

('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)

But the beggars under cover 'ad the impidence to stand,
An' we could n't keep 'em waitin' very long.

And the Captain, etc.

So we finished 'arf the liquor (an' the Captain took champagne),

An' the Arabites was shootin' all the while;

An' we left our wounded 'appy with the empties on the plain, An' we used the bloomin' guns for pro-jectile!

('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)

An' the Battery came a-boundin' like a boundin' kangaroo,
But they did n't watch us comin' very long.

As the Captain, etc.

We was goin' most extended

we was drivin' very fine,

An' the Arabites were loosin' 'igh an' wide,

Till the Captain took the glacis with a rattlin' " right

incline,"

An' we dropped upon their 'eads the other side.

Then we give 'em quarter- such as 'ad n't up and cut ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)

An' the Captain stood a limberful of fizzy somethin' Brutt, But we did n't leave it fizzing very long.

For the Captain, etc.

We might ha' been court-martialled, but it all come out all right

When they signalled us to join the main command.

There was every round expended, there was every gunner

tight,

An' the Captain waved a corkscrew in 'is 'and!

But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, etc.