Tune--"_Soldiers' Joy._"
45 lines✦
am a son of Mars,Who have been in many wars,And show my cuts and scarsWherever I come;This here was for a wench,And that other in a trench,When welcoming the FrenchAt the sound of the drum.Lal de daudle, &c. My 'prenticeship I pastWhere my leader breath'd his last,When the bloody die was castOn the heights of Abram;I served out my tradeWhen the gallant game was play'd,And the Moro low was laidAt the sound of the drum.Lal de daudle, &c. I lastly was with Curtis,Among the floating batt'ries,And there I left for witnessAn arm and a limb;Yet let my country need me,With Elliot to head me,I'd clatter on my stumpsAt the sound of a drum.Lal de dandle, &c. And now tho' I must beg,With a wooden arm and leg,And many a tatter'd ragHanging over my bumI'm as happy with my wallet,My bottle and my callet,As when I used in scarletTo follow a drum.Lal de daudle, &c. What tho' with hoary locksI must stand the winter shocks,Beneath the woods and rocksOftentimes for a home,When the tother bag I sell,And the tother bottle tell,I could meet a troop of hell,At the sound of a drum.Lal de daudle, &c.
✦