THE WIDOW’S PARTY
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I comed away like a bleedin’ toff,
For I got four niggers to carry me off,
As I lay in the bight of a canvas trough,
When the Widow give the party.
For I got four niggers to carry me off,
As I lay in the bight of a canvas trough,
When the Widow give the party.
‘What was the end of all the show,
Johnnie, Johnnie?’
Ask my Colonel, for I don’t know,
Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
We broke a King and we built a road—
A court-house stands where the reg’ment goed.
And the river’s clean where the raw blood flowed
When the Widow give the party.
(Bugle.) Ta—rara—ra-ra-rara!
Johnnie, Johnnie?’
Ask my Colonel, for I don’t know,
Johnnie, my Johnnie, aha!
We broke a King and we built a road—
A court-house stands where the reg’ment goed.
And the river’s clean where the raw blood flowed
When the Widow give the party.
(Bugle.) Ta—rara—ra-ra-rara!
