[Tommy:]
I'm a little messenger,
Summoned by a call;
I should very much prefer
To be big and tall.
I would be a bobby then,
Very great and grand,
Stopping all the traffic when
I held up my hand!
[Rosa:]
I would be a nursemaid neat,
Trying hard to cross the street!
[Rosa:]
Oh, policeman, hold me tight!
[Tommy:]
All right, miss!
[Rosa:]
Hansoms give me such a fright!
[Tommy:]
All right, miss!
[Both: (her words)]
Come and see us Saturday,
When the Missis is away!
[Rosa:]
I'm a little lady's maid
Always on the go,
For my lady wants my aid
Ev'ry hour or so!
But I dearly wish I were
Just a sailor lad,
Furling up the spinnaker
On an Iron-clad!
[Tommy:]
I would be the bos'n stout,
And I'd order you about!
[Tommy:]
Reef your fo'c'stle mizenhead!
[Rosa:]
Aye, aye, sir!
[Tommy:]
Haul your wind and heave the lead!
[Rosa:]
Aye, aye, sir!
[Both:]
Douse your jib when you've a chance,
Pipe all hands for grog and dance!
[Rosa:]
If I could be born a boy
That would not be bad,
For I would enlist with joy
As a soldier lad!
I would wear a khaki kit,
Paint my buttons brown;
None could see me, not a bit,
Till I shot them down!
[Tommy:]
I'd be sergeant to you still,
And I'd put you through your drill.
[Tommy:]
'Tention, number from the right!
[Rosa:]
One, two, three!
[Tommy:]
Eyes right! March! You are a sight!
[Rosa:]
One, two, three!
[Both:]
Shoulder arms! fix magazine!
Forward! Soldiers of the Queen!