Maxioms by George Colman ("the Younger")
I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
. . . .
The girls all cried, "He's quite read more
I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
. . . .
The girls all cried, "He's quite the kick."
When the hollow drum has beat to bed
And the little fifer hangs his head,
When all read more
When the hollow drum has beat to bed
And the little fifer hangs his head,
When all is mute the Moorish flute,
And nodding guards watch wearily,
On, then let me,
From prison free,
March out by moonlight cheerily.
