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(Our Army in the East)
Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea: / 'Ere's September come again -- the six-year men are free. / O leave the dead be'ind us, for they cannot come away / To where the ship's a-coalin' up that takes us 'ome to-day. / We're goin' 'ome, we're goin' 'ome, / Our ship is at the shore, / An' you must pack your 'aversack, / For we won't come back no more. / Ho, don't you grieve for me, / My lovely Mary-Ann, / For I'll marry you yit on a fourp'ny bit / As a time-expired man.