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220 PADDY ON SAMBO AS A SOLDIER.
On every day in the year, boys, And every hour in the day,
The right to be kilt I '11 divide wid him, An' divil a word I '11 say.
In battle's wild commotion
I should n't all object If Sambo's body should stop a ball That was comin' for me direct; And the prod of a Southern bagnet,
So liberal are we here, I '11 resign and let Sambo take it On every day in the year !
On every day in the year, boys,
And wid none of your nasty pride, All my right in a Southern bagnet prod Wid Sambo I'11 divide.
The men who object to Sambo,
Should take his place and fight; And it's better to have a naygur's hue
Than a liver that's wake an' white ; Though Sambo's black as the ace of spades,
His finger a thrigger can pull, And his eye runs straight on the barrel-sights
From under his thatch of wool !