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Tune : Soldier's joy [McGlashan's Scots Measures, 1781, p. 312.]
I am a son of Mars, who have been in many wars, And show my cuts and scars wherever I come; This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum. Chorus. Lai de daudle, &*c.
My prenticeship I past, where my leader breath'd his last, When the bloody die was cast on the heights of Abram : And I served out my trade, when the gallant game was play'd, And the Moro low was laid at the sound of the drum.
I lastly was with Curtis, among the floating batt'ries, And there I left for witness an arm and a limb ; Yet let my country need me, with Elliot to head me, I'd clatter on my stumps at the sound of a drum.
And now, tho' I must beg with a wooden arm and leg, And many a tatter'd rag hanging over my bum, I'm as happy with my wallet, my bottle, and mjfc callet, As when I us'd in scarlet to follow a drum.