Bad luck to the public, they didn't understand it;
But I'll praise the hat for ever, although it's done away.
(Spoken.)—Here's your fine British lion grinning at the enemy as
if he would eat 'em up; but, alas! it's
All round my hat, &c.
There is some sort of men so preciously particular,
They wish to see the soldiers in soldier-like array;
But for the regulation, or for taste I'm no stickler,
I only want to see the men in colours bright and gay.
(Spoken.)—Do you want any hussar jackets? Wear 'em and try