Just like a cadger's whip; hawker's
Then, swaggering an' staggering,
He roar'd this ditty up—
Air
Tune: Soldier's Joy
I am a son of Mars, who have been in many wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come:
This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench,
When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum,
Lal de daudle, &c.