Royalty

THE COURT MARTIAL

      AT WINDSOR !

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OH ! have you heard this glorious row
If you have not, I'll tell you now,
Fire away, row dow de dow,
At the Court-Martial at Windsor.
Lieutenant Perry to speak the truth,
Is a brave and loyal gallant youth,
An houour to the British crown.
Respected Britian all around,
In the Forty-sixth he was we see,
Consider'd a man of low degree,
But he exposed their villiany
At the Court-Martial at Windsor.

                     CHORUS
The gallant Forty-sixth, huzza,
Shoot him, flog him, fire away,
Lieutenant Perry show'd them play,
At the Court-Martial at Windsor.

There was Colonel this and Captain that,
And brave Lieutenant-Colonel Spratt,
D.d splutter like an old tom cat.
At the Court-Martial at Windsor.
Weather-em-all, they went I wot,
Like Bristol tiles and cbimney-pota,
Perry without dread or fear,
His drumsticks threw & wounded Greer,
Lieutenant Greer in anguish cried,
And all his roguish tricks denied,
And as well as Perry he was tried,
By the Court-Martial at Winder.

At the Court-Martial ev'ry day,
'Non mi ri cordo,' they did say,
They led the Jury all astray,
At the Court-Martial at Windsor.
Lieutenant Perry he did them arm,
He made a speech as long as my arm,
He told the tyrants to go their rig,
For them he did not care a fig
The Gallant Mayor of Windsor Town,
Will gather him ten thousand pounds,
It has caused excitement all around,
The Court-Martial at Windsor.

Some gallant fellows they did call,
Whose hearts are like a cannon b ll,
Who could swear through a nine inch wall,
Oh ! the Court-Martial at Windsor.
Poor Colonel Carrots look'd terribly blue,
And wish'd he was at Waterloo,
Lieutenant Pipeclay did look sad
And Weather-em-all went raving mad,
Powder, bullets and ca dlesticks,
Oh didn't they all seem nicely fix'd ?
The great and gallant Forty sixth,
At tht Court-Martial at Windsor.

With Lieutenant Perry they playd their prank
Whose noble father rose from the ranks,
' Non mi ri cordo.' cries General Man s.
At the Court Martial at Windsor.
Now all their roguery has come out,
Quickmarch and follow the rout,
The gallant Forty Sixth must steer,
In haste to muzzle the Russian bear,
They have discharg'd Lieutenant Greer.
And sentenced Perry to be cashier'd,
But a fig for that be does not care,
Or the court martial at Windsor

' Non mi ri cordo,' they did bawl,
and Perry's enemies they did eall,
When they found him guilty of ' nothing at
all,'
At the court martial at Windsor.
The Ladies all made such a row,
In Datchet, Eaton, Clewer and Slough,
Sweet windsor Poll pitched into Jane,
and scratched her face in clewer Lane.
Powder and pipeclay run & sweat,
Such a rummy lot we never met,
and while we live, we'll ne'er forget,
The court martial at windsor.

                     CHORUS.
Here's a health to all true hearted men
Who to justice did assistence lend,
Here's success to Perry's noble friend,
The gallant Mayor of Windsor !

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