"FOLLOW ME 'OME." THERE was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, Nor any o' the Guns I knew; 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 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, Which is just what a man can't do. '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, 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- 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. Out of every cask! Watch 'im, with 'is 'air cut, 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 'emThat is why we're 'ere! See the chaplain thinkin'? Cough be'ind your 'and! Now it's done an' over, 'Ear the organ squeak, 66 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! |