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"Jock M ' Whurtle."
Ma name is Jock M ' Whurtle, I'm a dorby tae ma trade, But noo I've got a steadier job, I'm listed as a swade ; An' when at first I took the bob, O, I was green an' raw, But they vera sune made a man o' me in the gallant Forty Twa.
CHORUS? Oh, what dae ye think o' ma tarten, an' hoo dae ye like ma hose ; This is a manly form that's been built on Scottish brose ; If ye dinna jine the airmy, yer for nae use ava, For its gran' tae be a sodjer in the gallant Forty Twa. At first when in the awkward squad, I gaed on tae the square, The Sergeant drill'd me up an' doon till ma vera banes were sair ; Man, stan'up straight, haud up yer heid, an' gie me nae back jaw, Or I'll mak ye vera sorry that ye'ye jined the Forty Twa. Noo ae week-end I got a pass tae gang an' see ma folk, An' a' ma freens cam turnin' oot tae see their sodjer Jock ; As I gaed mairchin' up the street, admired by ane an' a', The folk a' cried, hip, hip, hoorah, three cheers for the Forty Twa. A sodjer's life is nae sae bad as some folk they will say ; Ye hae yer wark an' money for't, an' plenty time to play ; Ye hae yer choice o' regiments, a' gallant, smairt, an' braw, But tak ye Jock M ' Whurtle's tip, an' jine the Forty Twa. Noo freens I'll finish ma little sang aboot the guid auld corps ; But this I'll say, in peace or war they're always tae the fore ; In love, or sport, or fechtin', they're never far awa ; Here's luck tae Scotland's heathery hills an' the gallant Forty Twa.
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Probable period of publication:
1850-1870 shelfmark: RB.m.143(194)
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