COLD STREAM GUARDS.
Written and sung by Miss Maud Beverly.
At a military ball, a sergeant in the Cold Stream Guards,
Some time ago I did chance to meet;
He's the finest looking fellow that ever I had seen.
And stood in height, I'm sure, about six feet.
So handsome and so tall, I in love with him did fall,
And as we went waltzing round what bliss;
He pressed me to his heart, called me his own Jam Tart,
And when he said, be mine, I answered, yes.
For my Charlie is a sergeant
In the Cold Stream Guards;
He is the man that can charm me,
With his hat just on one side,
And a military stride,
He's the finest looking fellow in the army.
You should see my Charlie on parade, or see him in the park.
The admiration of the girls is he;
With chest expanded, head erect, he is my heart's delight,
My Charlie, he is all the world to me.
On Sunday afternoon, when we take a quiet stroll,
And do a little spooning, what a lurk;
The girls all look surprised, with jealous, envious eyes.
They quizz us as we're strolling in the park.-Chorus. '
When the ball was over he begged to see me home,
A favor that I could not well refuse;
As he placed my arm in his my heart was full of joy,
For Charlie, dear, I would not like to lose.
He spoke of future happiness, when I his wife should be,
And when he said good-bye at the door,
He said, be true to me and I'll be true to thee;
I know my Charlie will be to the core. - Chorus.