When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum.
Lal de daudle, etc.
And now tho’ I must beg with a wooden arm and leg
And many a tatter’d rag hanging over my limbs,
I’m as happy with my wallet, my bottle, and my callet,
As when I us’d in scarlet to follow a drum.
Lal de daudle, etc.
[He is followed, after drinking and laughter, by the girl in his arms, who sings.]
I once was a maid, tho’ I cannot tell when,
And still my delight is in proper young men;