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SODGER JOCK PRICE ONE PENNY. Copies of this popular Comic Song can always be had at 80 London St., Glasgow. TUNE?" Coal Jock." Noo, chaps and wunches a', Div I no look reg'lar braw, Since I 'listed for a sodger in the ranks ? Od ! I've got a braw new hat, This thingamybob, an' that, And some twenty yards o' tartan round my flanks. CHORUS. I can march or staund at ease, Or shoot rifles on my knees ; I can walk as strecht as ony o' them a' I can halt, or I can wheel; Od! I'm up tae a' the drill, But I wush this blastit choker was awa'. I've a pilly in my breast, I've a pilly in my breast, But it seems to be the fashin' wi' them a', Och ! it doesna dae nae harm, And it helps to keep me warm? It'll maybe keep the rifle balls awa'. I can march, &c. It's better wi' a plaid O'er a body's shouther laid, Than be mountit wi' a black coal pock ; An' a red coat looks as weel As black moleskin on a chief, An' it looks a deil sicht better on Coal Jock. I can march, &c. It's a better life for me Than coal weighin' on the quay, To be dreelin' round about the Castle Square; An' ye never want a meal, For it's brocht up in a pail? Jist as muckle's ye can wrastle wi', an' mair. I can march, &c. But it's chawin' if ye be Wi' your chums upon the spree An' the bugle, blastit humbug, sounds the "ca';" Ye maun rise and tak' the rout, Double-quick-march?wheel about? Toss your gless aff, say?" guid nicht," an' come awa'. I can march, &c. Says oor sairgent jist the day, " Jock ! ye'll sune be gauu awa' Oot tae Indy, for tae fecht the Blacky- moors;" But I'll tak' my rifle heft, And I'll paste them richt and left, An' I'll dimple in their goblets wi' the cloors. I can march, &c. Wull I no be on my legs Wi' the sugar an' the fegs, An' the cockernits in thumpers like my head? Oh ! new glories wait for Jock, I'll get plenty there to smoke, An' get oringers an' trecle fur a feed. I can march, &c.
When the heavy swells gang by, I maun boo, an' they reply ; They jist speak to me the same as ither folk; I'm as proud's a parish priest Wi' a pillow in my breest; Hooch! they've made a perfect gentleman o' Jock. I can march, &c. I've a brush an' reddin' kaim In my knapsack a' at hame, An' a 'bawky box o' blacknin' for my bits ; An' some whitnin'-I was telt For tae rub upon my belt, An' their splasher-dasher things upon my clitts. I can march, &c. Sic braw stockin's ne'er wur wore On a carter's shanks before; But there's jist yae thing aboot them bauthers me, For I canna see the way 'At the ither fellows tie This fancy knot o' ribbons at the knee. I can march, &c. I could plett as guid a whup As the nieve could wish tae grup, And I'll tie her on the wuddie wi' the best, But I'm dasht if I can fa' On this blastit knot at a'? I'm just ten times langer tyin't than the rest. I can march, &c. But my frien's, I maun be gaun, Or the bugle 'll be blawn, An' they'll lock me in the guard-room right an' tight, So I want to get the stripes, An' tae learn tae play the pipes, An' of coorse I maun be dacent-so guid nicht ! CHORUS. I can march or staun' at case, Or shoot rifles on my knees ; I can walk as strecht as ony o' them a', I can halt, or I can wheel? Pooh ! I'm up tae a' the dreel? There's the bugle! Chaps, guid micht ! I maun awa'. Saturday, May 22, 1886. P.D.?15-1-76.
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1886 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(107)
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