A Trooper's the Pride of the Ladies
Written and sung by Edward Harrigan.
We soldiers drink, we soldiers sing,
We fear no deadly strife;
To fight our foes and love our king
Makes up a troopers life.
We know no care in peace or war,
But laugh when trouble comes;
The ladies all do us adore
As we march to the Lap of the drum.
Row-dow, row, dy, dow-dow,
In London, Paris, or Cadiz,
Here, there, everywhere
A trooper's the pride of the ladies.
We soldiers all at bugle call,
Each valiant son of Mar,
Is up in arms to stand or fall,
Hope is our guiding star.
To every lass we toss a glass
Of brandy, wine, or rum,
Then off we go to light our foe,
As we march to the tap of the drum.-Chorus.
Then hand-in-hand to foreign hinds
We troopers boldly go.
To draw the sword and nobly stand
For England's blooming rose.
Each lassie shy, with roguish eye,
Will laugh and ne'er be glum;
Then home again with laurel's fame
We march to the tap of the drum. - Chorus.