Thomas Hardy

The Sergeant’s Song

  When Lawyers strive to heal a breach, 
  And Parsons practise what they preach; 
  Then Boney he’ll come pouncing 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 Boney he’ll come pouncing down,
  And march his men on London town! 
        Rollicum-rorum, &c. 
  
  When Rich Men find their wealth a curse, 
  And fill therewith the Poor Man’s purse; 
  Then Boney he’ll come pouncing down,
  And march his men on London town! 
        Rollicum-rorum, &c. 
  
  When Husbands with their Wives agree, 
  And Maids won’t wed from modesty; 
  Then Boney he’ll come pouncing down,
  And march his men on London town! 
        Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum, 
        Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lay!