There was Rundle, Station Master,

"FOLLOW ME 'OME"
There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot,

THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN'
'E was warned agin 'er,

THE JACKET
Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi,

THE 'EATHEN
The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone,

THE SHUT-EYE SENTRY
Sez the Junior Orderly Sergeant,

"MARY, PITY WOMEN!"
You call yourself a man,

FOR TO ADMIRE
The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles,

L'ENVOI
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,