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, My certain shame to bear? 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? 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? 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; 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 spy upon the quarter-deck The officers an' lydies walk. * "I'm looking out." |