The Sergeant’s Song lyrics
by Thomas Hardy
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!
Rollic*m-rorum, tol-lol-lorum
Rollic*m-rorum, tol-lol-lay!
When Justices hold equal scale
And Rogues are only found in jail;
Then little Boney he'll pounce down
And march his men on London town!
Rollic*m-rorum, tol-lol-lorum
Rollic*m-rorum, tol-lol-lay!
When Rich Men find their wealth a curse
And fill therewith the poor men's purse;
Then little Boney he'll pounce down
And march his men on London town!
Rollic*m-rorum, tol-lol-lorum
Rollic*m-rorum, tol-lol-lay!
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!
Rollic*m-rorum, tol-lol-lorum
Rollic*m-rorum, tol-lol-lay!