Marching Song

I

Bring the comb and play upon it!
Marching, here we come!
Willie cocks his highland bonnet,
Johnnie beats the drum.
II
Mary Jane commands the party,
Peter leads the rear;
Feet in time, alert and hearty,
Each a Grenadier!
III
All in the most martial manner
Marching double-quick;
While the napkin, like a banner,
Waves upon the stick!
IV
Here's enough of fame and pillage,
Great commander Jane!
Now that we've been round the village,
Let's go home again.

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