Thomas Hardy
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 scale
And Rogues are only found in jail;
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 men'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!