Little hours some spend in
Breaking liberty,
Oft' amount to something
More than E. P. D.
Little words of kindness,
When you spare a few,
Sound all right to some one;
Do they not to you?
SING-A-SONG-A-SIXPENCE
Sing-a-song-a-sixpence
Every-body dry--
Half-a-dozen Privates
Opening some rye.
When the rye was opened
The Bucks began to sing:
Every blessed one of them
Feeling like a king.
The Sergeant at the Guard-house
Saw them walking straight--
Marked them "Clean and Sober,"
When they passed the gate.
But, when Taps was over,
They sang and danced a jig,
Along came a Corporal
And slammed them in the Brig.
QUEEN OF MAY
If you wake, why, call me early--call me early, won't you, bunk?
The captain says I'll be a non-com., if I don't get on a drunk.
Then some day I'll be a sergeant with three stripes upon my arm,
Zig zag, like the old rail fences on Dad Posey's Country farm.
Call me early, though I'm dreaming, wake me up that I may see
How the sun that sinks in grandeur rises in obscurity.
I've been a private, bunkie, such as privates seldom are,
Borne my share of public censure, let it heal without a scar.
Till upon the fair escutcheon of my name and humble rank
Captain says he'll add the title and a stripe on either flank.
Then I'll be a non-com., bunkie, wake me up that I may see
My own glory bubble appearing, hear it burst at reveille.
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