from Max Johnson, above: 'Twas in the merry month of May, when bees from flower to flower did hum. Soldiers through the town marched, gay, and the villagers ran to the sound of the drum. The cobbler, he's thrown down his awl. With last and apron he has done. Left wax and thread for powder and ball; he's left them all to follow the drum'. Can anyone give me more about this song and tune? - I can't find it through the searches. (Also I can't put it into italics!) SJ
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