"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
"Do you bring no sign from my true love?"
"I bring a lock of 'air that 'e allus used to wear,
"An' you'd best go look for a new love."
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
"O then I know it's true I've lost my true love!"
"An' I tell you truth again when you've lost the feel o' pain
"You'd best take me for your new love."
True love! New love!
Best take 'im for a new love,
The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes
An* you'd best take 'im for your new love.
SCREW-GUNS
SMOKIN' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,
I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule,
With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a beggar forgets
It's only the pick of the Army that handles the dear little pets—Tss! 'Tss!
For you all love the screw-guns the screw-guns they all love you!
So when we call round with a few guns, o' course you will know what to do hoo! hoo!
Jest send in your Chief an' surrender it's worse if you fights or you runs:
You can go where you please, you can skid up the trees, but you don't get away from the guns!
