Lyr Req: Follow Me 'Ome (R Kipling, P Bellamy)

19 Feb 02 - 11:58 PM (#653783)
Subject: there was none like him
From: GUEST,Merry Bee

any help for information about this song.It starts .... There was none like him neither horse nor foot or any other guns I knew and because that it was so of course he went and died which is just what the best men do. Is this a poem put to music. any help would be so useful

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20 Feb 02 - 03:07 AM (#653837)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: there was none like him
From: nutty

"FOLLOW ME 'OME" is a Rudyard Kipling poem .....the tune to it was set by Peter Bellamy.

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20 Feb 02 - 03:10 AM (#653839)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: there was none like him
From: nutty

The full lyrics can be found here ............FOLLOW ME 'OME

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20 Feb 02 - 05:50 PM (#654236)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: there was none like him
From: Crane Driver

Shome mishtake shurely? I'm sure the last lines of the last two verses have got changed round - they don't make sense as they stand, but swap them and it all comes clear. It's too late to wish he hadn't hit his pal last week, and getting the dead man back is just what a man can't do. I'd bet Kipling originally wrote it that way, and someone messed it up since. Great song, anyway.

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20 Feb 02 - 06:45 PM (#654271)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: there was none like him
From: GUEST,MCP

The words on the link above, seem to be exactly as Kipling wrote them.(Definitive Edition, Hodder & Stoughton).

Mick

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25 Feb 02 - 08:24 PM (#657870)
Subject: Lyr Add: FOLLOW ME 'OME (R Kipling, P Bellamy)
From: Jim Dixon

FOLLOW ME 'OME
(Words, Rudyard Kipling. Tune, Peter Bellamy)

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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