The Sergeant’s Song

    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!