Part 33 (2/2)

Musket on shoulder, Who could be bolder, Tramping away at the sound of the drum.

_Chorus_. Bang! bang! bang!

Hear the muskets rattle!

Bang! bang! bang! bang!

Now we'll have a battle.

Shoot 'em through the head, Run 'em through the body!

He who runs away Is called a Hoddy-Doddy.[1]

[_Repeat after each verse._]

I am a Frenchman, Marching, marching.

I am a Frenchman, Tum tum tum!

First at the front, I will bear the battle's brunt, Tramping away at the sound of the drum.

I am an Englishman, Marching, marching.

I am an Englishman, Tum tum tum!

Let the foeman meet me!

Where's the one to beat me?

Tramping away at the sound of the drum.

I am an Irishman, Marching, marching.

I am an Irishman, Tum tum tum!

When the battle's ready, Who'll be there but Paddy?

Tramping away at the sound of the drum.

[_All together._]

We are the regiment, Marching, marching.

We are the regiment, Tum tum tum!

Let the trumpets blow, As we rush to meet the foe, With a tan tan tara! at the sound of the drum.

[1] ”Though you're such a Hoddy-Doddy!”--_Edward Lear._

THE STRANGE BEAST.

Four gay gallants of London town Went out to walk on Horsley Down; And there they saw a beast, The like of which had ne'er been seen In Cheapside or in Strand, I ween, In West-side or in East.

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