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 'adn'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 off your swipes an' follow me!
Oh, 'ark to the fifes a-crawlin' !

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 its “ 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. '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!
Gray 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 are rotten bad!

Cheer for the Sergeants weddin'

Give 'em one cheer more!
Gray gun-'orses in the lando,

An' a rogue is married to, etc.