The Year That's Awa (1)/The Dashing White Sergeant
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THE DASHING WHITE SERGEANT.
If I had a beau,
For a soldier who would go,
Do you thing I'd say no?
No, no, not I;
I, when his red coat I saw,
Not a sigh would it draw,
But I'd give him eclat
For his bravery.
If an army of amazons e'er came in play,
As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away.
For a soldier who would go,
Do you thing I'd say no?
No, no, not I;
I, when his red coat I saw,
Not a sigh would it draw,
But I'd give him eclat
For his bravery.
If an army of amazons e'er came in play,
As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away.
When my soldier was gone,
D'ye think I'd take on,
Sit mopping forlorn?
No, no, not I;
His fame my concern
How my bosom would bum,
When I saw him return,
Crowned with victory.
If an army of amazons e'er came in play,
As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away.
D'ye think I'd take on,
Sit mopping forlorn?
No, no, not I;
His fame my concern
How my bosom would bum,
When I saw him return,
Crowned with victory.
If an army of amazons e'er came in play,
As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away.