Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
The Sergeant’s Weddin’
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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!
Give ’em one cheer more!
Grey gun-’orses in the lando,
An’ a rogue is married to, etc.
’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!
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 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!
’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!
Wish ’im luck, the brute!
Chuck the slippers after—
[Pity ’t ain’t a boot!]
Bowin’ like a lady,
Blushin’ like a lad—
’Oo would say to see ’em
Both is rotten bad?
Give ’em one cheer more!
Grey gun-’orses in the lando,
An’ a rogue is married to, etc.