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 136 MRS. VIOLET JACOB

��THE TWA WEELUMS

I'm Sairgeant Weelum Henderson frae Pairth,

That's wha I am ! There's just ae regimint in a' the airth

That's worth a damn ; An' gin the bonniest fechter o' the lot

Ye seek to see, Him that's the best — whaur ilka marl's a Scot-

Speir you at me !

Gin there's a hash o' Gairmans pitten oot

By aichts an' tens, That Wully Henderson's been thereaboot

A'body kens ; Fegs-aye ! Yon Weelum that's in Gairmanie,

He hadna' reckoned Wi' Sairgint Weelum Henderson an' wi'

The Forty-Second !

Yon day we lichtit on the shores o' France,

The lassies standin' Trod ilk on ither's taes to get the chance

To see us landin'.

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