The recruiting serjeant | ||
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QUARTETTO.
SERJEANT.
All gallant lads, who know no fears,
To the drum-head repair:
To serve the king for volunteers,
Speak you, my boys, that dare.
Come, who'll be a grenadier?
The listing money down,
Is three guineas, and a crown,
To be spent in punch, or beer.
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Adds flesh, I'll go with him.
MOTHER.
Oh no.
WIFE.
Dear Joe.
COUNTRYMAN.
Adds flesh, I'll go with him.
A. 2.
Oh no!
COUNTRYMAN.
Adds flesh, but I will:
So hold your tongues still.
Nor mother, nor wife,
Thof they strive for their life,
Shall baulk't; an my fancy be so.
SERJEANT.
Come beat away a Royal March.
Rub, rub, rub a dub;
Rub, rub, rub a dub:
Of no poltroons I come in search,
Who cowardly sneak;
When the tongues of war speak:
But of noble souls, who death dare stand,
Against the foes of old England.
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I'll be a soldier, so that's flat.
A. 2.
You won't, you won't.
COUNTRYMAN.
I'll be dead, an I don't;
What wou'd the teazing toads be at;
MOTHER.
You graceless rogue,
Is your heart a stone?
WIFE.
I'm flesh of your flesh,
And bone of your bone.
COUNTRYMAN.
Zounds, let me alone.
SERJEANT.
Drums strike up a flourish, and follow me now
All honest hearts and clever;
Free quarters and beer at the sign of the Plow:
Huzza! King George for ever.
The recruiting serjeant | ||