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Folks do say, my little drummer,

To a Recruiting Officer.

A Recruiting Officer.

The Wounded Soldier.

To a Zouave.

The Veteran.

I very much mistrust, old Lotion

One of the B'hoys.

The Veteran.

The Veteran.

One of the B'hoys.

Jolly Jack

To a Snob.

Mrs. Doleful.

You may swagger and blow, but people all know

Machinist.

Fireman.

The Returned Veteran.

Irishman.

My friend, your picture here you see.

Fright.

To a Chasseur.

Harness-mkaer.

You, no doubt,

You, no doubt,

Worldly Evils.

Rum Sucker.

The Sponge.

The Literary Man.

A Spiritualist.

A Country Store Keeper

Man Crossed in Love

Now My Jolly Sailor

Hic, Hic, Hic.

Begone, you dirty

Blue Ruin.

The Baker

You drink so

Your Own Portrait.

The Toper.

You go in for the largest liberty

Smoker of the filthy weed

The Rum-Cask.

A Swell Head.

Good Advice to Somebody.

The Opposer of Temperance.

You're a sweet looking sailor boy, gallant and bold

When first you came before my eyes

I'm thinking e'er the day is o'er.

Office-Seeker.

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