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An Incident of the Crimean War

APTAIN GRAHAM, the men were sayin' Ye would want a drummer lad, So I've brought my boy Sandie, Tho' my heart is woful sad; But nae bread is left to feed us, And no siller to buy more, For the gudeman sleeps forever, Where the heather blossoms o'er. "Sandie, make your manners quickly, Play your blithest measure true- Give us 'Flowers of Edinboro', While yon fifer plays it too.

Captain, heard ye e'er a player Strike in truer time than he?" "Nay, in truth, brave Sandie Murray Drummer of our corps shall be." "I give ye thanks-but, Captain, maybe Ye will hae a kindly care For the friendless, lonely laddie, When the battle wark is sair :