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For want of a better I may do
To follow the boys with a rat-tat-too.
I may seem tender, yet I'm tough,
And tho’ not much of 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, dow.
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 com-
mand, (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,
He’ll never want a girl when I am by.
I'm a chicka-biddy, &c.
Though a barber has never yet mowed my chin,
With my great broad sword I long to begin;
Cut, slash, ram, dam, oh, glorious fun,
For a gun pip pop change my little pop gun.
The soes should fly like geese in flocks,
Even Turks I’d drive like Turkey-cocks;
