Take 'im away! 'E's gone where the best men go.

Take 'im away! An' the gun-wheels turnin' slow. There's more from the place 'e

Take 'im away!

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 again 'im-
That is why she took.

'Wouldn't 'ear no reason,
'Went an' done it blind;

We know all about 'em,
They've got all to find!

Cheer for the Sergeant's weddin'Give 'em one cheer more!

Grey gun-'orses in the lando,

An' a rogue is married to, etc.

What's the use o' tellin'

'Arf the lot she's been?

'E's a bloomin' robber,

An' 'e keeps canteen.

'Ow did 'e get 'is buggy?

Gawd, you needn't ask! 'Made 'is forty gallon

Out of every cask!

Watch 'im, with 'is 'air cut,
Count us filin' by-

Won't the Colonel praise 'is

Pop-u-lar-i-ty!

We 'ave scores to settle

Scores for more than beer;

She's the girl to pay 'em-
That is why we're 'ere!

See the chaplain thinkin'?
See the women smile?
Twig the married winkin'

As they take the aisle?
Keep your side-arms quiet,
Dressin' by the Band.

Ho! You 'oly beggars,

Cough be'ind your 'and!

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 'taint a boot!]

Bowin' like a lady,

Blushin' like a lad

'Oo would say to see 'em

Both is rotten bad?

Cheer for the Sergeant's weddin'

Give 'em one cheer more!

Grey gun-'orses in the lando,

An' a rogue is married to, etc.

THE JACKET.

THROUGH the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, Gettin' down an' showin' 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 didn'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.