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5 For want of a better I may do

To follow the boys with a rat-tat-too.

I may seem tender, yet I'm tough,

And tho’ not much of me, I’m right good stuff

Of this I’ll boast, say more who can,

I never was afraid to face my man.

I’m a chicka-biddy—see

Take me now, now, now,

A merry little he

For your row, dow, dow.

Brown Bess I’ll knock about, oh, there's my joy!

With my knapsack at my back like a roving boy.

In my tartan plaid a young soldier view,

My philabeg, and Dirk, and bonnet blue,

Give the word and I’ll march where you com-

mand,                   (hand.

Noble serjeant with a shilling then strike my

My captain when he takes his glass,

May like to toy with a pretty lass,

For such a one I've a roguish eye,

He’ll never want a girl when I am by.

I'm a chicka-biddy, &c.

Though a barber has never yet mowed my chin,

With my great broad sword I long to begin;

Cut, slash, ram, dam, oh, glorious fun,

For a gun pip pop change my little pop gun.

The soes should fly like geese in flocks,

Even Turks I’d drive like Turkey-cocks;