MILITARY SONGS. When my soldier was gone, D'ye think I'd take on; Sit moping forlorn? His fame my concern, How my bosom would burn, When I, M,w kim return, crown'd with vi(?a7. If an m?ay, HOW HAPPY'8 THE SOLDIER. How happy's the soldier that liv? on his l?y, And spends half-a-crown out of sixpence a-day; lle fears neitl?r justices', warrants, or bnm,, B?t rattles away with the roll of his drums, With his row de dew, &?. li? cams not a marvedi how the world goes: liis country finds quartera, and money, and cloth?; He laughs at ?1 sorrow, whenever it comma, And rattles away with the roll of' his drums. With his row de dew, The drum is his pleasure, his joy, and delight, It leads him to pleasure as well as to fight; There's never a girl, though ever so glum, Dut pac.]m up her tatters and follows the drum. With his row de dew, THE OLD ?OLDIEB,'S TEAIL THzY have donn'd their scarlet garb, They have t?'en the soldier's v?at; Bright plumes wave o'er each hemi, Bright st? ar+ on each br?a?t,.. And the warrior's heart beats quic? m?d high, At the sound of the batfie cheer; But still as he looks on his g?!lant boys, He wip? away & tear. '
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