Key: A major•
Verse 1
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When Sam Small joined
the regiment,
he were nobita raw recruit,
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and they marched him away
They woke him up at the crack of dawn
with many a nudge and shake.
He were dreaming that Sergeant
and he didn't want awake.
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D
He talked in a voice like a pound of plums.
Move to the right by fours,
he said, crisp like,
but most severe.
But Sam didn't know he's right from his left,
Said Lieutenant, Sergeant,
take that man's name."
He was getting ashamed
and was thinking of cutting a stencil.
Sam carried a musket,
a knapsack and coat,
managed to wangle,
In fact, as Sam said, he'd
got everything by a kitchen mangle.
Lieutenant cried,
as the musket range grew near.
"'March easy, me
blushing Aunt Fanny,'
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said Sam.
"'What a chance with
F#m
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When they told him to fire at five hundred yards,
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E
for all he were likely to hit.
He had fitted a cork
in his musket end
to keep his powder dry,
and he didn't remember to take it out
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E
the first time he let fly.
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E
His gun went off with a kind of pop.
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E
Where his bullet went no one knew,
of a tinker's moke
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A
being killed by a cork near Crewe.
At three hundred yards
Sam shut his eyes
and took a careful lame.
He failed to score, but the marker swore,
At two hundred yards
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A
Sam fired so wild
into the neighbouring field
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A
and started to dig themselves in.
said Sam.
What can it be?
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The noise that he heard were Lifton and Bird,
who were climbing the nearest
tree.
Oh, Sergeant, said Sam,
I've hit the bull,
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E
what price my shooting
now?
Said the Sergeant,
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C#m
At fifty yards his musket kicked,
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E
and went off with a noise like a blizzard,
F#m
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A
and down came a crow looking fair
surprised with his ram
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E
rod through its gizzard.
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D
As he loaded his musket to fire again
said the sergeant,
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E
don't waste shot.
You'd best fix bayonets
and charge my lad.
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while the sergeant spoke
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F#m
till the bul lets peeped
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out at the muzzle.
What made it go off were a puzzle.
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Bm
E
The bullets flew out in a kind of spray,
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E
and everything round got peppered.
he'd got eight bullseyes,
four magpies,
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F#m
And the sergeant for this got a DCM,
and the colonel an OBE.
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D
Lieutenant Baird got a DSO,
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and Sam got five days' C .B.
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