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Poem by William Barnes Third Collection. The Do’set Militia Hurrah! my lads, vor Do’set men! A-muster’d here in red ageän; All welcome to your ranks, a-spread Up zide to zide, to stand, or wheel, An’ welcome to your files, to head The steady march wi’ tooe to heel; Welcome to marches slow or quick! Welcome to gath’rèns thin or thick; God speed the Colonel on the hill, An’ Mrs Bingham, off o’ drill. When you’ve a-handled well your lock, An’ flung about your rifle stock Vrom han’ to shoulder, up an’ down; When you’ve a-lwoaded an’ a-vired, Till you do come back into town, Wi’ all your loppèn limbs a-tired, An you be dry an’ burnèn hot, Why here’s your tea an’ coffee pot At Mister Greenèn’s penny till, Wi’ Mrs Bingham off o’ drill. Last year John Hinley’s mother cried, “Why my bwoy John is quite my pride; Vor he’ve a-been so good to-year, An’ han’t a-mell’d wi’ any squabbles, An’ han’t a-drown’d his wits in beer, An’ han’t a-been in any hobbles. I never thought he’d turn out bad, He always wer so good a lad; But now I’m sure he’s better still, Drough Mrs Bingham, off o’ drill.” Jeäne Hart, that’s Joey Duntley’s chaïce, Do praise en up wi’ her sweet vaïce, Vor he’s so strait’s a hollyhock (Vew hollyhocks be up so tall), An’ he do come so true’s the clock To Mrs Bingham’s coffee-stall; An’ Jeäne do write, an’ brag o’ Joe To teäke the young recruits in tow, An’ try, vor all their good, to bring em, A-come from drill, to Mrs Bingham. God speed the Colonel, toppèn high, An’ officers wi’ sworded thigh, An’ all the sargeants that do bawl All day enough to split their droats, An’ all the corporals, and all The band a-plaÿèn up their notes, An’ all the men vrom vur an’ near, We’ll gi’e em all a hearty cheer, An’ then another cheerèn still Vor Mrs Bingham, off o’ drill. William Barnes William Barnes's other poems:
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