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THE BANDY-LEGGED OFFICER.
A Landlady in France, lov'd an officer 'tis said,
And the officer he dearly lov‘d his brandy O
Said she, I love this officer, altho‘ his nose is red,
And his legs are what the regiment call bandy O.
When this bandy-legged officer was order‘d to the coast,
How she tore her lovely locks that look'd so sandy O,
Adieu, my love, says she, if you write pray the post,
But before we part, let's take a cup of brandy O.
She fill’d him up a bumper just before he left the town,
And another for herself so neat and handy O
So they kept their spirits up by pouring spirits down,
For love is like the cholic cur’d by brandy O
Take a bottle o’t says she, for you’re going into camp.
In your tent you know my love, ‘twill be the dandy O.
You’re right says he my life, for a tent is very damp,
And ‘tis better with my tent to take some brandy O.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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