“ Don’t fear, drink on, be jolly, boys,
⁠‘Tis he, you, or I,
⁠Cold, hot, wet, or dry,
We’re always bound to follow, boys,
⁠And scorn to fly.
⁠‘Tis but in vain,—
I mean not to upbraid you boys,—
⁠‘Tis but in vain
⁠For soldiers to complain,
⁠Should next campaign
Send us to him who made us, boys,
⁠We’re free from pain,
⁠But, if we remain,
A bottle ann kind landlady
⁠Cure all again.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ A beautiful garden, with weeds overgrown,
And an elegant fish-pond dried up by the sun
Then the house stood convenient enough you may say,
Next door to the whisky-shop over the way.
'Twas a freehold estate, heir at law was myself,
So to law went about it of course with an elf. ”

“ I’ll get my wee wifie fu’ neat and fu’ clean,
And a bonny wee bairnie upon her knee,
That wall cry Papa or Dady to me,
⁠And bide ye yet, &c.
And if there should happen ever to be
A diff’rence a’tween my wi’ wifie and me,
In hearty good humour, altho’ she be teas’d,
I’ll kiss her, and clap her, until she be pleas’d
⁠And bide ye yet, &c. ”