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7 He in his men takes great delight, And loves to see them clean and tight.

There's Mr. Rose, with his fine Band, On the Parade doth nobly stand; And when the signal's given to play, The Lasses great attention pay.

The Bass-drum like the Kirk-bell tolls, While Tamburine Jack his fingers rolls; They stand and look so much amaz’d, For with his thumps their thoughts are rais’d.

Drum-Major Short his Drums doth beat The Troop, Roast beef, and the Retreat ; He makes the Lasses hearts to rise, All men with breeches they despise.

This Regiment is so lately rais'd, It's surely right that they be prais'd; They're all to quiet, and do no harm: But Lasses hearts they sweetly charm.

Thro' Falkirk-town the Lasses rove, Some two, some three, four in a drove; When at a distance the men they fee, They wink and laugh most chearfully.

At Callander Riggs, and Dorater-Green, There's many a braw Lass to be seen; The Soldiers they do give them smiles, As they do pass them all in files.