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    Hey for the life of a

         SOLDIER.

Printed and Sold by J. Pitts, No. 14, Grea
St. Andrew Street, Seven Dials.

WHEN I was an infant goffips would
I'd when older—be a ſoldier, (ſay,
Rattle and toys,—I'd throw'em away,
Unleſs a gun or a fabre,
When a younker up I grew,
Saw one day a grand review,
colours flying,—ſet me dying,
To embark in a life ſo new,
Roll drums merrily march away,
His laurels are green when his locks are
Then hey for the life of a Soldier. (grey.

Lifted to battle, I march along
Courting danger---fear a ſtranger,
The cannon beat time to the trumpet's
And made my heart a hero's, (song
Charge the gallant leaders cry,
On like lions then we fly,
Blood and thunder--Foes knock under
Then huzza for victory.   Roll drums, &c

Who ſo merry as we in camp,
Battle over.—live in clover,
Care and his cronies are fore'd to tramp,
And all is ſocial pleaſure,
Then we laugh, we quaff, we ſing,
Time goes gaily on the wing,
Smiles of beauty—ſweeten duty,
And each private is a king.   Roll, &c.