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,
An' it's "Thirteen rank" an' follow me;
Oh, passin' the love o' women,

Follow me-follow me 'ome!

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'—
Give 'em one cheer more!
Gray gun-'orses in the lando,
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!

Escort to the kerridge,

Wish 'im luck, the brute!
Chuck the slippers after-
[Pity 'taint a boot!]
Bowin' like a lady,

Blushin' like a lad

'Oo would say to see 'em

Both are rotten bad!

Cheer for the Sergeant's weddin'–
Give 'em one cheer more!
Gray gun-'orses in the lando,

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.