FOLLOWING THE DRUM
Oh, once I slept in a feather bed
With woollen blankets warm
Now I知 glad to lay my head
On a cloak that痴 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知 following the drum.
With a patter patter tat
And a rattle and a scrap
And the beat of the marching song
I知 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知 glad if I知 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知 following the drum.
With a patter patter tat
And a rattle and a scrap
And the beat of the marching song
I知 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知 glad if I知 clad at all
禅wixt 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知 following the drum.
With a patter patter tat
And a rattle and a scrap
And the beat of the marching song
I知 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.
The
Clansman's Words to his Love
The
Courtship of Kate and Will.
Following
the Drum
The
Knight's Lady Weeps For Shame
The
Seaman's Lady at her Prayers
