A Song of 2d Class 1853 &
4
Tune “Widow Machree”
My dear
Commandant ‘tis no wonder you frown
Och-one Major
R.G.
Popularity for
you is fast going down
Och-one Major
R.G.
How altered
our air, with these dress caps we wear,
You have cut
off our hair, which should be flowing free,
There’s no longer
a churl, that can boast of one curl
Och-one Major
R.G.
Then my dear
Commandant you’ve reported us so
O’chone Major
R.G.
That how to
prevent being found we don’t know,
Ochone Major
R.G.
To hand in an
excuse is no manner of use,
Some cause for
abuse, you will try hard to see,
And unless milk
& water it’s of course quite “improper”
Ochone Major
R.G.
Then your
drills are so long and so tiresome too,
Ochone Major
R.G.
We are quite
sick and tired of hearing “one, two”
Ochone Major
R.G.
We’ve become
so disgusted, that when we are mustered
As we long for
the time when from you we’ll be free
We dread a
review, before we get through
Ochone Major
R.G.
Now Major R.G.
not to tell you a lie
Ochone Major
R.G.
I don’t think
it’s exactly quite proper to spy
Ochone Major
R.G.
We are really
afraid, when we go out to parade
As you stand
in the shade, or behind some big tree
That you’ll “pink”
half the Corps, and perhaps a few more
Ochone Major
R.G.
Now take my
advice my dear Major R.G.
Ochone Major
R.G.
Or from somebody
else, indirectly from me,
Ochone Major
R.G.
Let us be as
before you first came to the Corps
And don’t
drill us from 4 till the time’s past for tea
And don’t
watch like a ferret to give us demerit
Ochone Major
R.G.
“Respectfully Submitted”
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