Tosher Johnson led a terrific cheer, and cried, ‘Let’s carry the Old Man round.’ We rushed him, lifted him high on our shoulders, and carried him across to the officers’ mess, singing:
‘For he’s a jolly good fellow,
For he’s a jolly good fellow,
For he’s a jolly good fellow,
Which no cadet denies.
‘Hip—hip—hooray! Hip—hip—hooray! Hip—hip—hooray!’
Thus the New Army parted from the Old.
Edinburgh: Printed by W. & R. Chambers, Limited.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
—Obvious print and punctuation errors were corrected.
—The transcriber of this project created the book cover image using the title of the original book. The image is placed in the public domain.