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50 Marching hither, marching thither, up and down and to and fro,
 * While the warrior on duty
 * Goes in search of beer and beauty

(And it generally happens that he hasn't far to go).
 * He relieves us, if he's able,
 * Just in time to lay the table,

Then we dine and serve the coffee; and at half-past twelve or one,
 * With a pleasure that's emphatic.
 * We retire to our attic

With the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done.
 * Oh, philosophers may sing
 * Of the troubles of a King,
 * But of pleasures there are many and of troubles there are none;
 * And the culminating pleasure
 * That we treasure beyond measure
 * Is the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done!