Bring the comb and play upon it! Marching, here we come! Willie cocks his Highland bonnet, Johnnie beats the drum.
Mary Jane commands the party, Peter leads the rear; Feet in time, alert and hearty, Each a Grenadier!
All in the most martial manner Marching double-quick; While the napkin like a banner Waves upon the stick!
Here’s enough of fame and pillage, Great commander Jane! Now that we’ve been round the village, Let’s go home again.