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BALLADS OF BATTLE
When the Piper Pied of Hamelin,
In the legend of renown,
His pipe did play,
He charmed away
The children from the town:
But behold our whole Battalion—
To the joy of wife and wench—
Led by Jimmy Morgan,
And his old mouth-organ,
March forward to the trench.
"Here we are, here we are, here we are again!"
In the legend of renown,
His pipe did play,
He charmed away
The children from the town:
But behold our whole Battalion—
To the joy of wife and wench—
Led by Jimmy Morgan,
And his old mouth-organ,
March forward to the trench.
"Here we are, here we are, here we are again!"
O, an overture by Wagner
Strikes sweetly on mine ear,
And that noble three,
Brahms, Bach, and Beethoven, I love to hear;
But when the rains are falling,
And when the roads are long,
Give me Jimmy Morgan
And his old mouth-organ
To lead our little song.
"A-roving, a-roving; we'll gang nae mair a-roving!"
Strikes sweetly on mine ear,
And that noble three,
Brahms, Bach, and Beethoven, I love to hear;
But when the rains are falling,
And when the roads are long,
Give me Jimmy Morgan
And his old mouth-organ
To lead our little song.
"A-roving, a-roving; we'll gang nae mair a-roving!"
