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There was Babu Chuckerbutty,
An' Amir Singh the Sikh,
The Roman Catholick!
We 'adn't good regalia,
An' our Lodge was old an' bare, But we knew the Ancient Landmarks,
An' we kep''em to a hair;
It often strikes me thus,
Excep', per’aps, it's us.
For monthly, after Labour,
We'd all sit down and smoke (We dursn't give no banquits,
Lest a Brother's caste were broke), An' man on man got talkin'
Religion an' the rest,
Of the God 'e knew the best.
So man on man got talkin',
An' not a Brother stirred
Full oft on Guv’ment service
This rovin' foot ’ath pressed, An' bore fraternal greetin's
To the Lodges east an' west, Accordin' as commanded
From Kohat to Singapore, But I wish that I might see them
In my Mother Lodge once more!
I wish that I might see them,
My Brethren black an' brown, With the trichies smellin' pleasant
An' the hog-darn* passin' down; An' the old khansamah | snorin’
On the bottle-khana | floor, Like a Master in good standing
With my Mother Lodge once more!
Outside" Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!”
“FOLLOW ME 'OME.”
THERE was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot,
Nor any o'the Guns I knew;
So it's knock out your pipes an' follow me!
Follow me—follow me 'ome!
'Is mare she neighs the 'ole day long,
She paws the 'ole night through,
'Is girl she goes with a bombardier
An' the banns are up in church, for she's got the
We fought 'bout a dog-last week it were
No more than a round or two;
'E was all that I 'ad in the way of a friend,
An' l've 'ad to find one new;
Take 'im away! 'E's gone where the best