Hey, rub-a-dub, dub! here come the boys,
For the Soldiers all make way;
Young Robinet at their head is set
All dressed as warrior gay.
See how he swings his bright tin sword,
To his followers behind;
While from his cap a squirrel's tail
Flies streaming in the wind.
This is good fun, my merry boys,
To see you I am glad;
But mind you, in reality,
War is a business bad.--
Here's old Ben Bolt, a soldier brave,
Who lost his legs in war;
With crutch and cane, he hobbles 'round
And shows you many a scar.
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In scenes of fearful blood and strife,
Ah! many low are lain,
And many a young and gallant heart
Is numbered with the slain.
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