Outside" Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!" Inside-"Brother," an' it doesn't do no 'arm. We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square, An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother Lodge out there! "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! 'Is mare she neighs the 'ole day long, She paws the 'ole night through, 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 Before 'er month is through; 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, 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'- 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! |