Boys of the Household Brigade.
Copyright, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
As sung in "The Gaiety Girl."
Buck up, buck up, old chappie, and don't meet your woes half way, man;
Leave lovers' ills, like unpaid bills, until you're on half pay, man.
But life has rubs, my chirpy subs, that aren't at all amusin':
And tho' a chap's a life guard, p'rhaps be still may be the "blues" in.
A fig for blues of divers hues, don't get such nonsense wrapt in;
By way of cure, remember you're a guardsman and a captain.
Who's got in store good times galore, a few of which we'll mention;
Go on, my boys, your list of joys shall have my best attention.
Oh, we're boys of the household brigade, brigade.
As cheery and bright as they're made, they're made;
So buck up, old chappie, And let's all be happy,
By never a trouble dismayed, dismayed.
We're boys of the household brigade, brigade.
As Cheery and bright us they're made, they're made;
So buck up, old chappie, and let's all be happy,
By never a trouble dismayed,
Like the boys of the household brigade.
There's town delights o' days and nights, not quite for country cousins,
With shows and balls and music halls and pretty girls by dozens;
A-lounge you go, or ride the Row, and plunging go the pace in,
To make a bit or take a hit on all the season's racin'.
Or take your way to Paris gay, to do-tho' prigs may snarl, oh!-
Your "Moulin Rouge,", then "rouge et noir "at. merry Monte Carlo.
You crop a flow'r from ev'ry hour, with naught your fun to fetter;
By Jove, you do! D'ye know, you two, I'm feeling rather better.-Refrain.
Then leaving town for dale and down, and 'round of rural blisses.
You shoot your neighbor's "covers "and you spoon your neighbor's misses;
There's bird and brute to hunt and shoot, there's game for horse and gun there;
So, in and out, beyond a doubt, you're bound to get some fun there.
A guardsman's year is one career of sport, there's no denying;
And when he's broke beyond a joke from many kites a-flyin',
He seeks with aim to shoot big game, the Congo or the Niger,
Or goes to "pot" in India hot the captivating tiger.-Refrain.