There was me 'e'd kissed in the sentry-box (As I 'ave not told in my song),

But I took my oath, which were Bible truth, l'adn't seen nothin' wrong.

There's them that's 'ot an' 'aughty,

There's them that's cold an' 'ard,

But there comes a night when the best gets

tight,

An' then turns out the Guard.

I've seen them 'ide their liquor

In every kind o' way,

But most depends on makin' friends

With Privit Thomas A.

When it is "Rounds! What rounds?” 'E's breathin' through 'is nose.

'E's reelin', rollin', roarin' ripe, but, sentry, shut

your eye.

An' it's "Pass! All's well!" An' that's the way

it goes.

We'll 'elp 'im for 'is mother, an' 'e'll 'elp us

by-an'-bye.

"MARY, PITY WOMEN!"

You call yourself a man,

For all you used to swear,
An' leave me, as you can,

My certain shame to bear?
I'ear! You do not care-
You done the worst you know.
I'ate you, grinnin' there. . . .

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

Nice while it lasted, an' now it is over

Tear out your 'eart an' good-bye to your lover! What's the use o' grievin', when the mother that

bore you

(Mary, pity women !) knew it all before you?

It aren't no false alarm,

The finish to your fun;

You-you 'ave brung the 'arm,

An' I'm the ruined one;

When a man is tired there is naught will bind 'im;

All 'e solemn promised 'e will shove be'ind 'im. What's the good o' prayin' for The Wrath to strike 'im,

(Mary, pity women!) when the rest are like 'im?

What 'ope for me or-it?
What's left for us to do?
I've walked with men a bit,
But this but this is you!
So 'elp me Christ, it's true!
Where can I 'ide or go?

You coward through an' through! . .

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

All the more you give 'em the less are they for givin'!

Love lies dead, an' you can not kiss 'im livin'. Down the road 'e led you there is no returnin', (Mary, pily women!) but you're late in learnin'.

You'd like to treat me fair?

You can't, because we're pore?
We'd starve? What do I care!
We might, but this is shore:
I want the name-no more-
The name, an' lines to show,
An' not to be an 'ore.

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

What's the good o' pleadin', when the mother that bore you

(Mary, pity women!) knew it all before you? Sleep on 'is promises an' wake to your sorrow, (Mary, pity women!) for we sail to-morrow!

FOR TO ADMIRE.

THE Injian Ocean sets an' smiles

So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue;
There aren't a wave for miles an' miles
Excep' the jiggle from the screw.
The ship is swep', the day is done,
The bugle's gone for smoke an' play;

An' black ag'in' the settin' sun

The Lascar sings, "Hum deckty hai ! ''*

For to admire an' for to see,

For to be'old this world so wide

It never done no good to me,

But I can't drop it if I tried !

I see the sergeants pitchin' quoits,
I'ear the women laugh an' talk,

I spy upon the quarter-deck

The officers an' lydies walk.

* "I'm looking out."