Bring the comb and play upon it! <br />Marching, here we come! <br />Willie cocks his highland bonnet, <br />Johnnie beats the drum. <br /> <br />Mary Jane commands the party, <br />Peter leads the rear; <br />Feet in time, alert and hearty, <br />Each a Grenadier! <br /> <br />All in the most martial manner <br />Marching double-quick; <br />While the napkin, like a banner, <br />Waves upon the stick! <br /> <br />Here's enough of fame and pillage, <br />Great commander Jane! <br />Now that we've been round the village, <br />Let's go home again.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marching-song/
