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, Follow me-follow me 'ome! THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN'. 'E was warned agin 'er That's what made 'im look; Cheer for the Sergeant's weddin'- 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, Pop-u-lar-i-ty! We 'ave scores to settle Scores for more than beer; She's the girl to pay 'emThat is why we're 'ere! See the chaplain thinkin'? 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! Blushin' like a lad 'Oo would say to see 'em Both are rotten bad! Cheer for the Sergeant's weddin'- An' a rogue is married to, etc. THE JACKET. THROUGH the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun; An' you might 'ave called us dirty, an' you might ha' called us dry, An' you might 'ave 'eard us talkin' at the gun. But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, an' the jacket it was new ('Orse-Gunners, listen to my song!) An' the wettin' of the jacket is the proper thing to do, Nor we didn't keep 'im waiting very long! One day they give us orders for to shell a sand redoubt, Loadin' down the axle-arms with case; But the Captain knew 'is dooty, an' he took the crackers out, An' he put some proper liquor in its place. |