The sergeant's song

When Lawyers strive to heal a breach

And Parsons practise what they preach:

Then little Boney he'll pounce down,

And march his men on London town!

Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum,

Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lay!

When Justices hold equal scales,

And Rogues are only found in jails;

Then little Boney he'll pounce down,

And march his men on London town!

Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum,

Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lay!

When Rich Men find their wealth a curse,

And fill therewith the Poor Man's purse;

Then little Boney he'll pounce down,

And march his men on London town!

Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum,

Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lay!

When Husbands with their Wives agree,

And Maids won't wed from modesty;

Then little Boney he'll pounce down,

And march his men on London town!

Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum,

Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lay!