An' knapsack a' in order;
His doxy lay within his arm; [mistress]
Wi' usquebae an blankets warm [whisky]
She blinket on her sodger; [leered]
An' aye he gies the tozie drab [flushed with drink]
The tither skelpin' kiss, [smacking]
While she held up her greedy gab, [mouth]
Just like an aumous dish; [alms]
Ilk smack still did crack still
Just like a cadger's whip; [hawker's]
Then, swaggering an' staggering,
He roar'd this ditty up--

Air

TUNE: Soldier's Joy

I am a son of Mars, who have been in many wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come:
This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench,
When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum,
Lal de daudle, &c.

My 'prenticeship I past where my leader breath'd his last,
When the bloody die was cast on the heights of Abrám;
And I serv'd out my trade when the gallant game was play'd,
And the Moro low was laid at the sound of the drum.

I lastly was with Curtis, among the floating batt'ries,
And there I left for witness an arm and a limb: