Oh! there's not a trade that's going, Worth showing, Or knowing, Like that from glory growing For a bowld sojer boy! When right or left we go, Sure you know, Friend or foe Will have the hand or toe, From a previous hit bowld sojer boy next hit ! There's not a town we march thro', But the ladies, looking arch thro' The window panes, will search thro' The ranks to find their joy; While up the street Each girl you meet, With look so sly, Will cry "My eye! Oh, isn't he a darling, the bowld sojer boy!" But when we get the route, How they pout And they shout, While to the right about Goes the bowld sojer boy; Oh, 'tis then, that ladies fair In despair Tear their hair, But "the divil-a-one I care," Says the bowld sojer boy! For the world is all before us, Where the landladies adore us, And ne'er refuse to score us, But chalk us up with joy; We taste her tap- We tear her cap- "Oh! that's the chap For me!" Says she, "Oh! isn't he a darling, the bowld sojer boy!" "Then come along with me, Gramachree, And you'll see How happy you will be With your bowld sojer boy; Faith! if you're up to fun, With me run, 'Twill be done In the snapping of a gun," Says the bold sojer boy; And 'tis then that, without scandal, Myself will proudly dandle The little farthing candle Of our mutual flame, my joy; May his light shine As bright as mine, Till in the line He'll blaze, And raise The glory of his corps, like a bowld sojer boy!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORANGUTAN REHAB by KAREN SWENSON A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW NIGHTMARE, FR. IOLANTHE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM by THOMAS HARDY CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US by ROBERT HERRICK |