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Who'll serve the King	A
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What little urchin is there never	B
Hath had that early scarlet fever	B
Of martial trappings caught	C
Trappings well call'd because they trap	D
And catch full many a country chap	D
To go where fields are fought	E
	-
What little urchin with a rag	F
Hath never made a little flag	F
Our plate will show the manner	B
And wooed each tiny neighbor still	G
Tommy or Harry Dick or Will	G
To come beneath the banner	B
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Just like that ancient shape of mist	H
In Hamlet crying 'List oh 'list	H
Come who will serve the king	A
And strike frog eating Frenchmen dead	H
And cut off Bonyparty's head	H
And all that sort of thing	A
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So used I when I was a boy	I
To march with military toy	I
And ape the soldier's life	J
And with a whistle or a hum	K
I thought myself a Duke of Drum	K
At least or Earl of Fife	J
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With gun of tin and sword of lath	L
Lord how I walk'd in glory's path	L
With regimental mates	M
By sound of trump and rub a dubs	N
To 'siege the washhouse charge the tubs	N
Or storm the garden gates	M
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Ah me my retrospective soul	O
As over memory's muster roll	O
I cast my eyes anew	P
My former comrades all the while	Q
Rise up before me rank and file	Q
And form in dim review	P
	-
Ay there they stand and dress in line	R
Lubbock and Fenn and David Vine	R
And dark Jamaeky Forde	H
And limping Wood and Cockey Hawes	S
Our captain always made because	S
He had a real sword	H
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Long Lawrence Natty Smart and Soame	K
Who said he had a gun at home	K
But that was all a brag	F
Ned Ryder too that used to sham	K
A prancing horse and big Sam Lamb	K
That would hold up the flag	F
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Tom Anderson and Dunny White	H
Who never right abouted right	H
For he was deaf and dumb	K
Jack Pike Jem Crack and Sandy Gray	T
And Dickey Bird that wouldn't play	T
Unless he had the drum	K
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And Peter Holt and Charley Jepp	D
A chap that never kept the step	D
No more did Surly Hugh	P
Bob Harrington and Fighting Jim	K
We often had to halt for him	K
To let him tie his shoe	P
	-
Quarrelsome Scott and Martin Dick	U
That kill'd the bantam cock to stick	U
The plumes within his hat	H
Bill Hook and little Tommy Grout	H
That got so thump'd for calling out	H
Eyes right to Squinting Matt	H
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Dan Simpson that with Peter Dodd	H
Was always in the awkward squad	H
And those two greedy Blakes	V
That took our money to the fair	W
To buy the corps a trumpet there	W
And laid it out in cakes	V
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Where are they now an open war	X
With open mouth declaring for	X
Or fall'n in bloody fray	T
Compell'd to tell the truth I am	K
Their fights all ended with the sham	K
Their soldiership in play	T
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Brave Soame sends cheeses out in trucks	Y
And Martin sells the cock he plucks	Y
And Jepp now deals in wine	R
Harrington bears a lawyer's bag	F
And warlike Lamb retains his flag	F
But on a tavern sign	R
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They tell me Cockey Hawes's sword	H
Is seen upon a broker's board	H
And as for Fighting Jim	K
In Bishopsgate last Whitsuntide	H
His unresisting cheek I spied	H
Beneath a Quaker brim	K
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Quarrelsome Scott is in the church	Z
For Ryder now your eye must search	Z
The marts of silk and lace	A2
Bird's drums are filled with figs and mute	H
And I I've got a substitute	H
To Soldier in my place	A2

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