It are n't no false alarm,

The finish to your fun;

You you 'ave brung the 'arm,
An' I'm the ruined one;

An' now you'll off an' run
With some new fool in tow.

Your 'eart? You 'ave n't none.

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

When a man is tired there is naught will bind 'im;

All'e solemn promised 'e will shove be'ind 'im. What's the good o' prayin' for The Wrath to strike 'im (Mary, pity women!), when the rest are like 'im?

All the more you give 'em the less are they for givin'·
Love lies dead, an' you can not kiss 'im livin'.
Down the road 'e led you there is no returnin'
(Mary, pity women!), but you 're late in learnin'!

What's the good o' pleadin', when the mother that bore you (Mary, pity women!) knew it all before you? Sleep on 'is promises an' wake to your sorrow (Mary, pity women!), for we sail to-morrow!

"FOR TO ADMIRE"

THE Injian Ocean sets an' smiles

So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue;
There are n't a wave for miles an' miles
Excep' the jiggle from the screw.
The ship is swep', the day is done,

The bugle's gone for smoke and play;
An' black ag'in the settin' sun

The Lascar sings," Hum deckty hai! "1

For to admire an' for to see,

For to be'old this world so wide.

It never done no good to me,
But I can't drop it if I tried!

I see the sergeants pitchin' quoits,
I 'ear the women laugh an' talk,
I spy upon the quarter-deck

The officers an' lydies walk.
I thinks about the things that was,

An' leans an' looks acrost the sea,
Till, spite of all the crowded ship,
There's no one lef' alive but me.

1 "I'm looking out."

The things that was which I 'ave seen,
In barrick, camp, an' action too,
I tells them over by myself,

An' sometimes wonders if they're true; For they was odd most awful odd But all the same now they are o'er, There must be 'eaps o' plenty such, An' if I wait I'll see some more.

Oh, I 'ave come upon the books,
An' frequent broke a barrick rule,
An' stood beside an' watched myself
Be'avin' like a bloomin' fool.

I paid my price for findin' out,

Nor never grutched the price I paid, But sat in Clink without my boots, Admirin' 'ow the world was made.

Be'old a cloud upon the beam,

An' 'umped above the sea appears Old Aden, like a barrick-stove

That no one's lit for years an' years!

I passed by that when I began,

An' I go 'ome the road I came,

A time-expired soldier-man

With six years' service to 'is name.

My girl she said, "Oh, stay with me!"
My mother 'eld me to 'er breast.
They 've never written none, an' so

They must 'ave gone with all the rest
With all the rest which I 'ave seen
An' found an' known an' met along.

I cannot say the things I feel,
And so I sing my evenin' song:

For to admire an' for to see,

For to be'old this world so wide It never done no good to me, But I can't drop it if I tried!