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Or else when he's mounted so trim and so tall,
With broad sword in hand,
The whole town to command,
Such capers, such prances,

Such ogling, such glances,

Our hearts gallop off, and are left at Whitehall,
Sing taran tantaran ;-tantaran tantaran tan-
Trumpet and thump it,

A soldier, a soldier, a soldier for me!
A soldier, &c.

HE COMES, HE COMES, THE HERO COMES.

From the "Humming Bird." Canterbury, 1786.

HE comes, he comes, the Hero comes,
Sound the trumpet, beat the drums,
From port to port, let cannons roar,
He's welcome to the British shore.

Prepare, prepare, your songs prepare;
Loudly rend the echoing air:
From pole to pole your joys resound,
For virtue's his, with glory crown'd.

A KNAPSACK AND A CHEERFUL HEART.

CHARLES DIBDIN.

WE Soldiers drink, we Soldiers sing,
We fight our foes, and love our King,
While all our wealth two words impart,
A knapsack and a cheerful heart.

While the merry, merry fife and drum,
Bid intruding care be dumb,
Sprightly still we sing and play,
And make dull life a holiday.

Though we march, or though we halt,
Or though the enemy we assault,
Though we're cold, or though we're warm,
Or though the sleeping town we storm,

Still the merry, merry fife and drum, &c.

Are lasses kind, or are they shy,
Or do they pout they know not why?
While full the knapsack, light the heart,
Content we meet, content we part.

For the merry, merry fife and drum, &c.

We sigh not for the toils of state;
We ask not of the rich nor great;
For, be we rich, or be we poor,
Are purses full, or duns at door;-

Still the merry, merry fife and drum, &c.

Thus we drink, and thus we sing;
We beat our foes, and love our King,
While all our wealth two words impart,
A knapsack and a cheerful heart.

For the merry, merry fife and drum,
Bid intruding care be dumb,
Sprightly still we sing and play,
And make dull life a holiday.

THE SOLDIER.

W. SMYTH. From AIKIN'S "Vocal Poetry," 1810.

WHAT dreaming drone was ever blest,
By thinking of the morrow?
To-day be mine-I leave the rest

To all the fools of sorrow;

Give me the mind that mocks at care,
The heart, its own defender;

The spirits that are light as air,

And never beat surrender.

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But thou-dark is thy flowing hair,
Thine eye with fire is streaming;
And o'er thy cheek, thy looks, thine air,
Health sits in triumph beaming;
Then, brother soldier, fill the wine,
Fill high the wine to beauty;
Love, friendship, honour, all are thine,
Thy country and thy duty.

THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND

THOMAS DIBdin.

DADDY NEPTUNE, one day, to Freedom did say,
If ever I lived upon dry land,

The spot I should hit on would be Little Britain!
Says Freedom, "Why, that's my own Island!"
O, it's a snug little Island!

A right little, tight little Island!

Search the globe round, none can be found
So happy as this little Island.

Julius Cæsar, the Roman, who yielded to no man,

Came by water-he couldn't come by land;

And Dane, Pict, and Saxon, their homes turn'd their backs on, And all for the sake of our Island.

O, what a snug little Island!

They'd all have a touch at the Island!
Some were shot dead, some of them fled,

And some stayed to live on the Island.

Then a very great war-man, called Billy the Norman,
Cried, d―n it, I never liked my land.

It would be much more handy, to leave this Normandy,
And live on your beautiful Island.

Says he, ""Tis a snug little Island;
Shan't us go visit the Island?"

Hop, skip, and jump, there he was plump,
And he kick'd up a dust in the Island.

But party deceit help'd the Normans to beat;
Of traitors they managed to buy land;

By Dane, Saxon, or Pict, Britons ne'er had been lick'd,
Had they stuck to the King of their Island.
Poor Harold, the king of our Island!

He lost both his life and his Island.

That's all very true: what more could he do?
Like a Briton he died for his Island!

The Spanish armada set out to invade―a,
'Twill sure, if they ever come nigh land.

They couldn't do less than tuck up Queen Bess,
And take their full swing on the Island.
O the poor Queen of the Island!

The Dons came to plunder the Island;
But snug in her hive, the queen was alive,
And "buzz" was the word of the Island.

These proud puff'd-up cakes thought to make ducks and drakes Of our wealth; but they hardly could spy land,

When our Drake had the luck to make their pride duck

And stoop to the lads of the Island!

Huzza for the lads of the Island!

The good wooden walls of the Island;

Devil or Don, let them come on;

And see how they'd come off the Island!

Since Freedom and Neptune have hitherto kept time,

In each saying, "This shall be my land;"

Should the "Army of England," or all it could bring, land,
We'd show 'em some play for the Island.
We'd fight for our right to the Island;
We'd give them enough of the Island;
Invaders should just-bite once at the dust,
But not a bit more of the Island.

THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.

THOMAS CAMPBELL.

OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the sentinel-stars set their watch in the sky,
And thousands had sunk on the ground, overpower'd,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,

By the wolf-scaring fagot, that guarded the slain,
In the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,

And thrice, ere the morning, I dreamt it again.

Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,

Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track, 'Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way

To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft

In life's morning march, when my bosom was young;

I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,

And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.

Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,

From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er,

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And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, rest-thou art weary and worn!" And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay;

But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,

And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away!

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