The Rifleman's Song.
[Published by the kind permission of Joseph Williams, Esq., 123, Cheapside, London, to whom the copyright belongs, and from whom the music may be had.]
Recit.
Hark! hark! hark! 'tis the sound of the bugle!
List! list! list! 'tis the beat of the drum,
As with hearts light and gay as the wild birds in May,
The Volunteer Riflemen come!
Song.
John Bull, he looks glum, for wild rumours are come,
Which engender suspicion and doubt;
John prepares for the storm, and bids Riflemen form,
And all true sons of his to turn out.
And all true sons of his to turn out;
And he hums to himself, as he jingles his pelf,
"Invasion, the thought I can't bear it;
But if they come here, there's one thing quite clear:
They must win it before they can wear it."
Chorus.
For Johnny's as bold and as true as of old,
There's Paddy with weapon so handy;
Brave Taffy will fight, either morn, noon or night,
And I always can reckon on Sandy.
