Marching Song

Robert Louis Stevenson(1850–1894)

1885

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 mannerMarching double-quick;While the napkin like a bannerWaves 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.

From A Child's Garden of Verses (1885), via the English Wikisource transcription.

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