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.