4.
The next that comes in is a soldier, you see,
He’s a bunch of blue ribbons right down to his knee,
He’s a star on his breast like silver does shine,
I hope you’ll remember it’s pace-egging time.
Fol de diddle dum, etc.
5.
The last that comes in is old Nan with her bags,
For sake of her money she wears but old rags;
She’s gold and she’s silver and money in store,