IV.
And now tho' I must beg, with a wooden arm and leg,
And many a tatter'd rag hanging over my ——,
I'm as happy with my wallet, my bottle and my callet[7],
As when I us'd in scarlet to follow a drum.
V.
What tho' with hoary locks, I must stand the winter shocks,
Beneath the woods and rocks oftentimes for a home,
When the tother bag I sell, and the tother bottle tell,
I could meet a troop of hell at the sound of a drum.
RECITATIVO.
He ended; and the kebars[8] sheuk
Aboon the chorus roar;
While frighted rattons backward leuk,
An' seek the benmost bore[9];
A Merry Andrew i' the neuk,
He skirl'd out, encore!
But up arose the martial chuck,
An' laid the loud uproar.
AIR.
Tune—Sodger Laddie.
I.