Thomas Hardy (Òîìàñ Õàðäè)

The Sergeant’s Song

  When Lawyers strive to heal a breach, 
  And Parsons practise what they preach; 
  Then Boney he’ll come pouncing down, 
  And march his men on London town! 
        Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum, 
        Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lay! 
  
  When Justices hold equal scales, 
  And Rogues are only found in jails; 
  Then Boney he’ll come pouncing down,
  And march his men on London town! 
        Rollicum-rorum, &c. 
  
  When Rich Men find their wealth a curse, 
  And fill therewith the Poor Man’s purse; 
  Then Boney he’ll come pouncing down,
  And march his men on London town! 
        Rollicum-rorum, &c. 
  
  When Husbands with their Wives agree, 
  And Maids won’t wed from modesty; 
  Then Boney he’ll come pouncing down,
  And march his men on London town! 
        Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum, 
        Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lay!

1. For Life I Had Never Cared Greatly
2. Men Who March Away
3. On the Belgian Expatriation
4. An Appeal to America on Behalf of the Belgian Destitute
5. In Time of Wars and Tumults

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