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Song of 2d Class 1853 & 4
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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