Of patriots a million,
As gayly dancing off to war
As dancing a cotillion.
I want to be a Soldier!—
A Soldier!—
A Soldier!—
I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my hand
Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder,
Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band.
I want to see the battle!—