I'll Be A Sergeant |
I'll be a sergeant, an orderly sergeant, I'll be a sergeant, on that just bet your life; I'll make the boys so sick Of drilling on the double quick, They'll be glad to turn in, to dream of a wife. Chorus: For the girls, they must love and adore us, Who fight for the country that bore us, And happy shall we be, If they kiss you and me, When we come marching home. Marching home, marching home, marching home, marching home to the roll of the drum, When peace shall call us back From the camp and bivouac, And the drum taps, "Marching Home."
2. She sha'nt be cap'n, that must not happen, |
3. Should I be col'nel, gazetted in the journal, Oh, should I be colonel, to lead in the strife, For her sake, so proud I'd be, And let every Rebel see, How a man can fight for a flag and a wife! Chorus: For, dear girls, we soldiers adore you; Make us brave through your love, we implore you! Then happy shall we be To bend the suppliant knee, When we come marching home. Marching home, marching home, marching home, Marching home to the roll of the drum. Then, freed from war's alarms, To you we'll yield our arms, When the drum taps, "Marching Home!" |