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Unknown Miscellaneous Tarpaulin Jacket The Tarpaulin Jacket (words attributed to G. J. Whyte-Melville (1821-1878);air by Charles Coote) A tall stalwart lancer lay dying, And as on his deathbed he lay, To his friends who around him were sighing, These last dying words he did say: cho: Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket And say a poor buffer lies low; And six stalwart lancers shall carry me With steps solemn, mournful and slow. Had I the wings of a little dove, Far far away would I fly; I'd fly Straight for the arms of my true love And there I would lay me and die. cho: Then get you two little white tombstones Put them one at my head and my toe, my toe, And get you a penknife and scratch there: "Here lies a poor buffer below." cho: And get you six brandies and sodas, And set them all out in a row, a row, And get you six jolly good fellows To drink to this buffer below. cho: And then in the calm of the twilight When the soft winds are whispering low, so low, And the darkening shadows are falling, Sometimes think of this buffer below. cho: From the Scottish Students Songbook, 1929 edition. A highly derivative (Prisoner's Song, Unfortunate Rake), highly parodied (The Dying Airman, The Dying Skier, even Fiddlers Green) song that's still current in the armed forces. Also see DYINGAIR, FIDGREEN @death filename[ TARPJCKT play.exe TARPJCKT RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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