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 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.