Classic Poem

Come all ye gem'men volunteers,
Of glory who would share,
And leaving with your wives your fears,
To the drum head repair;

Or to the noble Serjeant Pike,
Come, come, without delay,
You'll enter into present pay,
My lads the bargain strike.
A golden guinea and a crown,
Besides the Lord knows what renown,
His majesty the donor,
And if you die,
Why then you lie
Stretch'd on the bed of honour.

II.

Does any 'prentice work too hard,
Fine cloaths would any wear,
Would any one his wife discard,
To the drum head repair.

Or to the, &c.

III.

Is your estate put out to nurse,
Are you a cast-off heir,
Have you no money in your purse,
To the drum head repair.
Or to the, &c.