A collection of comic songs written, Compil'd, Etch'd and Engrav'd, by J. Robertson; and sung by him At the theatres Nottingham, Derby, Stamford, Halifax, Chesterfield, and Redford |
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Now, in peace, you may chance to be hungry,
In vain for some victuals you'll call;
But war gives the soldiers, in battle,
A breakfast of powder and ball:
It fills a man's stomach at once,
And soon puts an end to his pain;
And if once you shou'd eat this provision,
You'll never be hungry again.
In vain for some victuals you'll call;
But war gives the soldiers, in battle,
A breakfast of powder and ball:
It fills a man's stomach at once,
And soon puts an end to his pain;
And if once you shou'd eat this provision,
You'll never be hungry again.
(Speaking).
Why, our sarjeant has tou'd me, as how he has fought up to the
breeches waistband in blood; and once a red hot ball were coming plump
in his face, but he up wi' his sword and split it in two—Hold, mester sarjeant,
says I,—I think that's a—“Silence, you scoundrel! eyes right! Attention!”—
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