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w:When I was a young girl at the age of sweet six-teen, Far from my par-ents
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w:ran aw-ay all for to serve the Queen. The Of-fic-er en-list-ing me said I
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w:was a nice young man. I - think you'll make a drum-mer so it's come a-long young
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w:man. So it's come a-long young man-. So it's come a-long young man. I
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w:think you'll make a drum-mer so it's come a-long young man 
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W:I was brought up in Yorkshire and when I was sixteen,  
W:I ran away from borne, my boys, and a soldier I became,  
W:With my fine cap and feathers, likewise my rattling drum,  
W:They learned me to play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum. 
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W:With her fine cap and feathers, likewise her rattling drum, 
W:They learned her to play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum, 
W:With her gentle waist so slender, her fingers long and small, 
W:She could play upon the rub-a-dub the best of them all. 
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W:I went to be a soldier, in doublet all of blue, 
W:And when they gave to me a drum, I was a drummer too, 
W:To rush into the battle with a broadsword in my hand, 
W:To hear the cannon rattle and the music sound so grand. 
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W:It's many the pranks I saw while fighting the King's men, 
W:And proudly I did march, my boys, although I'm but a wench, 
W:And buttoning up my breeches how often have I smiled, 
W:To think I lay with a thousand men and a maiden all the while. 
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W:They sent me up to London, to be sentry at the Tower, 
W:And my secret might be safe until this very day and hour, 
W:But a lady fell in love with me and she found out I was a maid, 
W:She went straightway to my officer and my secret she betrayed. 
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W:He unbuttoned my blue doublet and he found that it was true,  
W:It's a shame, he says, "to lose a pretty drummer-boy like you," 
W:So now I must return to my family at home,  
W:And along with my bold comrades no longer can I roam. 
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W:So fare you well my officers, you have been kind to me, 
W:And fare you well my comrades, you ne'er forgot shall be, 
W:Should Parliament and Waller, have need of me again, 
W:I'll don my cap and feathers, and I'll beat the drum again.

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