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S Johnny and Molly lay repofing,

On a bed of ſweet primroſes,

Then the drums began a rowling,

Up brave boys there's no controuling.

Love farewel, darling farewel,

We are all for parting, love farewel

I think I hear the Colonel crying,

March brave boys, ſee colours flying;

The colours flying, the drums a beating,

March on brave boys, there's no retreating.

Then ſaid the Major, Boys are you ready?

We're at your call, both firm and ſteady,

Every man his flaſk of powder,

Ev'ry man's firelock on his ſhoulder, &c.

Molly dear, do not grieve for me,

I'm going to fight for Britain's glory,

If we live, we live victorious,

If we die, our death is glorious. Love, &c.

The mother ſays, Boys, do not wrong me,

No, nor take my Daughter from me,

Or if you do, I'll fo torment you,

And after death my ghoſt will haunt you. &c.

Come brave boys, we are all for travel,

Firſt to France, and then to Holland,

Drums are beating, fifes are playing,

Cannons roaring, bullets flying. Love, &c.