The Dashing White Sergeant
If I had bean
for a soldier who'd go,
Do you think I'd say no? no, no, not I !
When his red coat I saw,
Not a tear would it draw,
But I'd give him éclat for his bravery !
If an army of Amazons e'er came in play,
As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away.
- When my soldier is gone,
- Do you think I'd take on,
- Or sit moping forlorn? No, no, not I !
- His fame my concern,
- How my bosom would burn,
- When I saw him return crown'd with victory !
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- If an army of Amazons e'er came in
play,
- As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away.
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