Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Foot-Soldiers

  'Tis all the way to Toe-town,
    Beyond the Knee-high hill,
  That Baby has to travel down
    To see the soldiers drill.

  One, two, three, four, five, a-row--
    A captain and his men--
  And on the other side, you know,
    Are six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

1. At Cock-Crow
2. A Legacy
3. Bicycles! Tricycles!
4. Silk
5. Seed-Time

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