Sing-a-song-a-sixpence
Every-body dry--
Half-a-dozen Privates
Opening some rye.
When the rye was opened
The Bucks began to sing:
Every blessed one of them
Feeling like a king.
The Sergeant at the Guard-house
Saw them walking straight--
Marked them "Clean and Sober,"
When they passed the gate.
But, when Taps was over,
They sang and danced a jig,
Along came a Corporal
And slammed them in the Brig.