The Soldiers' Friend

Come , little Drummer Boy, lay down your knapsack here:
I am the soldiers' friend — here are some books for you;
Nice clever books by Tom Paine the philanthropist.
Here's half-a-crown for you — here are some handbills too;
Go to the barracks and give all the soldiers some:
Tell them the sailors are all in a mutiny.
[ Exit Drummer Boy, with Handbills and Half-Crown. — Manet Soldiers' Friend .]
Liberty's friends thus all learn to amalgamate,
Freedom's volcanic explosion prepares itself,
Despots shall bow to the fasces of liberty,
Reason, philosophy, " fiddledum diddledum, "
Peace and fraternity, higgledy piggledy,
Higgledy piggledy, " fiddledum diddledum. "
Et caetera, et caetera, et caetera .
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