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THE NEW SERGEANT-MAJOR

/ [Composed by The Listener’s tame poet while under the influence of ‘ Boomps-A-Daisy.’’] Solo by Sergt.-Major: When I’m here on parade in the square, All the folk passing by turn and stare, For they say this seems quite crazyThe way they march to BOOMPS-A-DAISY! When I spin, Birds fly in, Daisies fade; By a waltz tune we are not dismayed. Liszt and Chopin seem quite trite, Raw recruits pale with fright, When the boompir’ Major’s on parade. Chorus by company: Our Major said We never should, Play with the tairies In the wood. It we did, He would say, Naughty men To run away.

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New Zealand Listener, Volume 1, Issue 14, 29 September 1939, Page 7

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THE NEW SERGEANT-MAJOR New Zealand Listener, Volume 1, Issue 14, 29 September 1939, Page 7

THE NEW SERGEANT-MAJOR New Zealand Listener, Volume 1, Issue 14, 29 September 1939, Page 7

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