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"Let us flee," says the rest, "I fear we shall be slain, For to fight a valiant soldier, I find it all in vain."
7 "O stay, you're a bold soldier, you make my blood run cold; You shall have my daughter and five hundred pounds in goldl" "Fight on," says the lady, "the portion is too smalll"
"Stay, you are a bold soldier, and you shall have it all!"
8 Come all you rich misers, there's gold enough in store, Despise not a soldier because he is poor;
There are the brisk young jolly fellows, both sociable and free, Who are as willing to fight for love as for liberty. |
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Sung in 1935 by Mr. W. R Gibbs, Alger, who learned the fragment from hearing his father sing the song. His father was of English descent. One and one-half stanzas similar to parts of stanzas 6 and 7 of A. |
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