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 "Soldier, soldier come from the wars, "Do you bring no sign from my true love?" "I bring a lock of 'air that 'e allus used to wear, "An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars, "O then I know it's true I've lost my true love!" "An' I tell you truth again when you've lost the feel o' pain "You'd best take me for your new love."

True love! New love! Best take 'im for a new love, The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes An* you'd best take 'im for your new love.

MOKIN' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule, With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a beggar forgets It's only the pick of the Army that handles the dear little pets—Tss! 'Tss! For you all love the screw-guns the screw-guns they all love you! So when we call round with a few guns, o' course you will know what to do hoo! hoo! Jest send in your Chief an' surrender it's worse if you fights or you runs: You can go where you please, you can skid up the trees, but you don't get away from the guns!