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The Dashing White Sergeant

If I had a beau
For a soldier who'd go,
Do you think I'd say no?
No, not I!
When his red coat I saw,
Not a sigh would it draw,
But give him eclat for his bravery!
If an army of Amazons e'er came in play
As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away.
March away, &c.

When my soldier was gone,
D'ye think I'd take on;
Sit moping forlorn?
No, not I!
His fame my concern,
How my bosom would burn,
When I saw him return, crown'd with victory.
If an army of Amazons, &c.