Classic Poem

As I walk'd thro' the town one pleasant night in spring
I stood 'neath the windows to hear the girls sing;
Oh where, and oh where, has my highland laddie gone
He's gone, he's gone, as meek as any lamb.
They took him, yes they took him to the Arms of Abraham;
Away, away, away down south in Dixie,
Where the troop are the finest
I ever did see,
And the captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at Jonnie Schmoker,
Jonnie Schmoker he sips beer, he sips beer,
Rub-a-dub-a-dub das ish my drum
Rub-a-dub-a-dub das ish my drumel
Oh, I hear'd the drum beat and the music so sweet,
But my eyes at the time caught a much better treat,
For gay and happy, gay and happy,
We'll be gay and happy still,
Glory, glory hallelu-jah
As we go marching on
Oh Sallie come up,
Sallie come down,
Sallie come down to Mary-land, my Mary-land,
Mary-land my Mary-land;
For hast thou no feeling
To see me kneeling with
No one to love none to carress
Roaming alone thro' this worlds wilderness,
Oh How can I leave thee how can I break apart,
When sheep-skin and bees-wax, make an awful plaster,
The more you try to take it off, a Few days a Few days,
What's the use of sighing,
I'm going home;
For there is a happy land, far, far away,
Then Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the Girl I left behind me
The girl I left behind me