The Sergeant's Song

Thomas Hardy

     WHEN Lawyers strive to heal a breach,
     And Parsons practise what they preach;
     Then Little Boney he'll pounce down,
     And march his men on London town!
        Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum,
        Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lay!

     When Justices hold equal scales,
     And Rogues are only found in jails;
     Then Little Boney he'll pounce down,
     And march his men on London town!
        Rollicum-rorum, etc.

     When Rich Men find their wealth a curse,
     And fill therewith the Poor Man's purse;
     Then Little Boney he'll pounce down,
     And march his men on London town!
        Rollicum-rorum, etc.

     When Husbands with their Wives agree,
     And Maids won't wed from modesty;
     Then Little Boney he'll pounce down,
     And march his men on London town!
        Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum,
        Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lay!

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