MS: 'Love and Liberty – A Cantata'

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MS: 'Love and Liberty – A Cantata'

An' ay he gies the tozie drab.
The tither skelpan kiss,
While she held up her greedy gab,
Just like an aumous dish:
Ilk smack still, did crack still,
Just like a cadger's whip;
Then staggering, an' swaggering,
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 Abram;
And I served 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;
Yet let my Country need me, with Elliot to head me,
I'd clatter on my stumps at the sound of a drum.

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