So let us hear
One hearty cheer--
The Seventh's lads for evert
Chorus — For we're the boys
That hearts desthroys,
Wid making love and fighting i
We take a fort,
The girls we court,
But most the last delight in.
II.
There's handsome Joe,
Whose constant flow
Of merriment unfailing,
Upon the tramp,
Or in the camp,
Will keep our hearts from ailing.
And B----and Chat
Who might have sat
For Pythias and Damon,
Och! whin they get
Their heavy wet,
They get as high as Haman.
Chorus--For we're the boys
That hearts desthroys, &c.
III.
Like Jove above,
We're fond of love,
But fonder still of victuals;
Wid turtle steaks
An’ codfish cakes
We always fills our kitties.
To dhrown aich dish,
We dhrinks like fish,
And Mumm's the word we utther;
An’ thin we swill
Our Leoville,
That oils our throats like butther.
Chorus — For we're the boys
That hearts desthroys, &c.
IV.
We make from hay
A splindid tay,
From beans a gorgeous coffee;
Our crame is prime,
Wid chalk and lime--
In fact, 'tis quite a throphy.
Our chickens roast,
Wid butthered toast,
I'm sure would timpt St. Pether.
Now you'll declare
Our bill of fare
It couldn't be complether.
Choruss--For we're the boys
That hearts desthroys, &c.
V.
Now silence all,
While I recall
A memory sweet and tender;
The maids and wives
That light our lives
With deep, enduring splendor--
We'll give no cheer
For those so dear,
But in our hearts we'll bless them,
And pray to-night,
That angels bright
May watch them and caress them.
Chorus--For we're the boys
That hearts desthroys,
Wid making love and fighting;
We take a fort,
The girls we court,
But most the last delight in.
--N. Y. Times.
