Tho' I am now a very little…

Tho' I am now a very little lad, If fighting men cannot be had, For want of a better I may do, To follow the boy with a rat tat too; I may seem tender, yet I'm tough, And tho' not much o'me, right good stuff, Of this I'll boast, say more who can, I never was afraid to meet my man. I'm a chickabiddy, see take me now now now, I'm a little merry he, for your row dow dow, Brown Bess I'll knock about, O, there's my joy, At my back a knapsack like a roving boy. In my tartan plaid a young soldier view, My phillibeg and dirk, and my bonnet blue, Give the word, and I'll march where you command, Noble Serjeant, with a shilling strike my hand. My Captain, as he takes his glass, May wish to toy with a pretty lass, For such a one I have a roguish eye, He'll never want a girl when I am by. I'm a chickabiddy! &c.

Tho' a barber never yet has mow'd my chin, With my great broad sword I long to begin, Cut, flash, ram damn—O glorious fun, For a gun, pip, pop, charge my little pop-gun. My foes shall fly like geese in flocks, E'en Turks I'll drive like turkey-cocks, And where ever quartered I shall be, O, zounds! how I'll kiss my landlady. I'm a chickabiddy, &c.