Albert Whelan — Fall In And Follow Me

Mister Gibson, once a military man Uses military language when he can; Once he left his quiet suburban nest With six pals he went up west Said the others, "Now what shall we do? As we want some fun, we'll leave it all to you" Then Gibson swelled with military pride Twirling his moustache he cried; "Fall in and follow me! Fall in and follow me! Come along and never mind the weather All together, stand on me, boys; I know the way to go I promise you a spree; You do as I do and you'll do right Fall in, and follow me!" Something after twelve they started home again Had to walk, they'd lost the last suburban train; By the old canal they tramped along Singing out the latest song Then they saw their wives, oh! what a scream! Walking towards them by the flowing stream; Then Gibson slipped and fell into the tide Splashed about and loudly cried: "Fall in and follow me! Fall in and follow me! Come along and never mind the weather All together, stand on me, boys; I know the way to go I promise you a spree; You do as I do and you'll do right Fall in, and follow me!" "Fall in and follow me! Fall in and follow me! Come along and never mind the weather All together, stand on me, boys; I know the way to go I promise you a spree; You do as I do and you'll do right Fall in, and follow me!"