'E was all that I 'ad in the way of a friend, An' I've 'ad to find one new; 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! An' it's finish off your swipes an' follow me! Oh, 'ark to the fifes a-crawlin'! 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, 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! Grey 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! Watch 'im, with 'is 'air cut, Count us filin' by-- Won't the Colonel praise 'is Pop--u--lar--i--ty! We 'ave scores to settle-- Scores for more than beer; She's the girl to pay 'em-- That is why we're 'ere! See the chaplain thinkin'? See the women smile? Twig the married winkin' As they take the aisle? Keep your side-arms quiet, Dressin' by the Band. Ho! You 'oly beggars, 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! Chuck the slippers after-- (Pity 'tain't a boot!) Bowin' like a lady, Blushin' like a lad-- 'Oo would say to see 'em Both is rotten bad? Cheer for the Sergeant's weddin'-- Give 'em one cheer more! Grey 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 waitin' very long.