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 For they are men of honour,

belonging to the crown,

Here is a health to George our King,

and to this light dragoon.

T was on a Monday morning,

as I was going to Maſs,

I had no mind of liſting, vald

until they did me prefs.

Bad company enticed me to

partake of a full flowing bowl,

And the advance money they gave me,

was a guenea and a crown.

O! my deareſt dear he is liſted,

and ta'en a white cockade,

O! he is a clever fellow,

befide he's a roving blade.

Sure he is a clever fellow,

and is gone to ſerve the king;

My vexy heart is a bleeding

all for the love of him,

It was on a Monday morning,

juſt by the break of day

The Captain commanded the Lieutenant,

to march thoſe men away.