Bring the comb and play upon it! Marching, here we come! Willie cocks his highland bonnet, Johnnie beats the drum. Mary Jane commands the party, Peter leads the rear; Feet in time, alert and hearty, Each a Grenadier! All in the most martial manner Marching double-quick; While the napkin, like a banner, Waves upon the stick! Here's enough of fame and pillage, Great commander Jane! Now that we've been round the village, Let's go home again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AUTHOR TO HER BOOK by ANNE BRADSTREET ECHOES: 4. INVICTUS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY SPRING, 1916 by ISAAC ROSENBERG ON IMAGINATION by PHILLIS WHEATLEY A ROCKING HYMN by GEORGE WITHER |