FOLLOWING THE DRUM:

FOLLOWING THE DRUM:

Oh, once I slept in a feather bed

With woollen blankets warm

Now I’m glad to lay my head

On a cloak that’s old and torn

Oh, sing with me a merry catch

As summer days will come

My love he is a soldier boy

And so I’m following the drum.

With a patter patter tat

And a rattle and a scrap

And the beat of the marching song

I’m ragged and worn

And my hose are torn-

Yet I am following along.

Oh once I ate from a silver plate

With sauces rich and rare

Now I’m glad if I’m not too late

To find some bread to share

Oh sup with me on a scraggy fowl

And dream of sugar plums

My love he is a soldier boy

And so I’m following the drum.

With a patter patter tat

And a rattle and a scrap

And the beat of the marching song

I’m ragged and worn

And my hose are torn-

Yet I am following along.

Oh once I wore a silken shawl

And a bonnet of ribbon trim

Now I’m glad if I’m clad at all

‘Twixt my ankles and my chin.

Oh sew with me in a sturdy stitch

And do not prick your thumb

My love he is a soldier boy

And so I’m following the drum.

With a patter patter tat

And a rattle and a scrap

And the beat of the marching song

I’m lame and tired before my time

But still I follow him along.

Oh, I’m lame and tired but I still smile-

And still I follow him along.

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