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Dumbarton's drums teat bonnie, 0,
When they mind me of my dear Johnie, ;
How happie am I
When my soldier is by,
While he kisses and blesses his Annie, !
'Tis a soldier alone can delight me, 0,
For his graceful looks do invite me, ;
While guarded in his arms,
I '11 fear no war's alarms,
Neither danger nor death shall e'er fright me, O.
My love is a handsome laddie, 0,
Genteel, but ne'er foppish nor gaudy, O.
Though commissions are dear,
Yet I '11 buy him one this year,
For he '11 serve no longer a cadie, 0.
A soldier has honour and bravery, ;
Unacquainted with rogues and their knavery, 0,
He minds no other thing
But the ladies or the king ;
For every other care is but slavery, 0.
Then I '11 be the captain's lady, O,
Farewell all my friends and my daddy, O ;
I '11 wait no more at home,
But I '11 follow with the drum,
And whene'er that beats I '11 be ready, 0.
Dumbarton's drums sound bonnie, 0,
They are sprightly like my dear Johnie,
How happy shall I be
When on my soldier's knee,
And he kisses and blesses his Annie, !

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