Whilst official routine on contentedly jogs,
And the High Mettled Guardsman has gone to the dogs.
Punch. January, 1855.
A parody, entitled The Village-Born Beauty, appeared in “The Universal Songster,” vol. 1, p. 356, and was also printed as a halfpenny ballad, by Taylor, of Brick Lane, Bethnal Green. This song described the adventures of the Village-born Beauty, (who had strayed from the paths of virtue) in language somewhat too free to be admitted in this collection.
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THE BOATSWAIN CALLS.
My name d’ye see’s Tom Tough, I’ve seen a little service,
Where mighty billows roll and loud tempests blow;
I’ve sail’d with gallant Howe, I’ve sailed with noble Jervis,
And in valiant Duncan’s fleet I’ve sung out yo, heave ho!