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Corporal Casey (George Colman) MIDI
(Irish Washerwoman)
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When I was at home I was merry and frisky,
My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whisky;
My uncle was rich, but never would by aisey,
Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
Och! Rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
My dear little Shelah, I thought would run crazy,
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey.

I marched from Kilkenny, and, as I was thinking
On Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking;
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,
For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey.
Och! Rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
The devil go with him, I ne'er could be lazy,
He struck my shirts so, ould Corporal Casey.

We went into battle, I took the blows fairly
That fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely;
And who should the first be that dropped, why, and please ye,
It was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey.
Och! Rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
Thinks I, you are quiet, and I shall be aisey,
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey.

####.... George Colman. Also a variant of an early 19th-century British broadside ballad, Corporal Casey, published by W Armstrong (Liverpool) sometime between 1820 and 1824, and archived at the Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, shelfmark: Harding B 25(422) ....####

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