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For want of a better I, may do, To follow the boys with a rat-tat-too. I may scam tender, yet I'm tough, And tho’ not much oi me, I'm right good stuff; Of this I’ll boast, say more who can, I never was afraid to face my man. I’m a chicka-biddy—-see Take me now, now, now, A merry little he For your row, dow, dowv Brown Bess I’ll knock about, oh, there’s my joy! With my knapsack at my back like a roving boy.
In my tartan plaid a young soldier view, My philabeg, and dirk, and bonnet blue, Give the -word and I’ll march where you command, (hand. Noble serjeant with a shilling then strike my My captain when he takes his glass, May like to toy with a pretty lass, For such a one I’ve a roguish eye, lie’ll never want a girl when I am by. I’m a chicku-biddy, &c.
Though a barber has never yet mowed my chin, With my great broad sword I long to begin; Cur, slash, ram, dam, oh, glorious fun, For a gun pip pop change my little pop gun The foes should fly like geese in flock .. Even Turks I’d drive like Turkey-cocks;
