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.