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Rudyard Kipling - Follow Me `Ome
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There was no one like `im, `Orse or Foot,
    Nor any o` the Guns I knew;
An` because it was so, why, o` course `e went an` died,
    Which is just what the best men do.
 
     So it`s knock out your pipes an` follow me!
     An` it`s finish up your swipes an` follow me!
      Oh, `ark to the big drum callin`,
       Follow me — follow me `ome!
 
   `Is mare she neighs the `ole day long,
    She paws the `ole night through,
An` she won`t take `er feed `cause o` waitin` for `is step,
    Which is just what a beast would do.
 
   `Is girl she goes with a bombardier
    Before `er month is through;
An` the banns are up in church, for she`s got the beggar hooked,
    Which is just what a girl would do.
 
   We fought `bout a dog — last week it were —
    No more than a round or two;
But I strook `im cruel `ard, an` I wish I `adn`t now,
    Which is just what a man can`t do.
 
   `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!
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