SONG.—SERGEANT.
My comrades so famish'd and queer,
Hear the drums, how they jollily beat!
They fill our French hearts with good cheer,
Although we have nothing to eat.
Rub a dub.
All. Nothing to eat: rub a dub,
Rub a dub—we have nothing to eat.
Then, hark to the merry toned fife!