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XXII
Marching Song
Bring the comb and play upon it!
Marching, here
we come!
Willie cocks his highland bonnet,
Johnnie beats
the drum.
Mary Jane commands the party,
Peter leads the
rear;
Feet in time, alert and hearty,
Each a
Grenadier!
All in the most martial manner
Marching
double-quick;
While the napkin, like a banner,
Waves upon the
stick!
Here's enough of fame and pillage,
Great commander
Jane!
Now that we've been round the village,
Let's go home
again.
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