The Poetical Works of James Thomson The City of Dreadful Night: By James Thomson ("B. V."): Edited by Bertram Dobell: With a Memoir of the Author: In two volumes |
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A SERGEANT'S MESS SONG |
The Poetical Works of James Thomson | ||
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A SERGEANT'S MESS SONG
With our arms round the waists of the charming girls,
Through the galop-sweeps and the swift waltz-whirls,
While our beards are brushed by their dancing curls,
Dance, boys, dance!
Through the galop-sweeps and the swift waltz-whirls,
While our beards are brushed by their dancing curls,
Dance, boys, dance!
With the old black pipe and the steaming glass,
And a toast to the health of each sonsie lass,
And a right jolly set the toast to pass,
Drink, boys, drink!
And a toast to the health of each sonsie lass,
And a right jolly set the toast to pass,
Drink, boys, drink!
For we have our hold of the world to-day,
And must snatch our share of it while we may,
Before they bury us out of the way:
Dance, boys, dance!
And must snatch our share of it while we may,
Before they bury us out of the way:
Dance, boys, dance!
So we'll smoke our pipe, and we'll drink our glass,
And we'll play our game, and we'll hug our lass;
And as for the rest—why the devil's an ass:
Drink, boys, drink!
And we'll play our game, and we'll hug our lass;
And as for the rest—why the devil's an ass:
Drink, boys, drink!
The Poetical Works of James Thomson | ||