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(Tune, Mrs. Casey).

When first I heard the drum and fife strike up a march so neatly,
I thought I never in my life heard music sound so sweetly;
With martial air, to win the fair, I look'd I don't know how, sir,
They laugh'd & cry'd, & sigh'd & die'd, when first I join'd the row dow, sir.

(Speaking).
Ecod, it were enough to make a cat laugh, to see sarjeant drilling me—“Heads up! higher! still higher!”—What, mun I look always up a this'en?—“To be sure you must.”—Why, then, gi's your hand, sarjeant: good bye; for I shall never see yow any more—

With thingumbobs, &c. chorus.