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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... |
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