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136 MRS. VIOLET JACOB
��THE TWA WEELUMS
I'm Sairgeant Weelum Henderson frae Pairth,
That's wha I am ! There's just ae regimint in a' the airth
That's worth a damn ; An' gin the bonniest fechter o' the lot
Ye seek to see, Him that's the best — whaur ilka marl's a Scot-
Speir you at me !
Gin there's a hash o' Gairmans pitten oot
By aichts an' tens, That Wully Henderson's been thereaboot
A'body kens ; Fegs-aye ! Yon Weelum that's in Gairmanie,
He hadna' reckoned Wi' Sairgint Weelum Henderson an' wi'
The Forty-Second !
Yon day we lichtit on the shores o' France,
The lassies standin' Trod ilk on ither's taes to get the chance
To see us landin'.
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