DUMBARTON'S drums beat bonny, O, When they mind me of my dear Jonny, O. How happy am I, When my soldier is by, While he kisses and blesses his Annie, O! 'Tis a soldier alone can delight me, O, For his graceful looks do invite me, O. While guarded in his arms, I'll fear no war's alarms, Neither danger nor death shall e'er fright me, O. My love is a handsome laddie, O, Genteel, but ne'er foppish nor gaudy, O: Tho' commissions are dear, Yet I'll buy him one this year; For he shall serve no longer a cadie, O. A soldier has honour and bravery, O, Unacquainted with rogues and their knavery, O; He minds no other thing, But the ladies or the king; For every other care is but slavery, O. Then I'll be the captain's lady, O; Farewell all my friends and my daddy, O; I'll wait no more at home, But I'll follow with the drum, And whene'er that beats, I'll be ready, O. Dumbarton's drums sound bonny, O, They are sprightly like my dear Jonny, O: How happy shall I be, When on my soldier's knee, And he kisses and blesses his Annie, O! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE CHRISTMAS BASKET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON PASSING THE NEW MENIN GATE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 119 by ALFRED TENNYSON PRAYER OF COLUMBUS by WALT WHITMAN THE TIMELY MEMENTO by PHILIP AYRES TO SARAH TAYLOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 23. DOMINUS REGIT ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |