SAMMY, THE DAHING DRAGOON
 
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I'm a devil for fightin', it's what I delight in
I must have been born with a sword in my mouth
They call me 'Rakehelly' from Puney to Delhi
I'm famous alike in the North and the South
I'm marked and I'm noted, I'm snapped and I'm quoted
Although what I say may be stupid
A Picture, a dream, by Jove I'm supreme
With Mars and with Bacchus and Cupid.

Refrain: I'm Sammy, Captain Sammy,
They call me strawberry jammy
I'm hot, great Scott! crack shot, what what
Though I've a leg that's gammy
The slightst thing annoys me
I rage like a bally typhoon
My uniform is always perfectly cut
I'm a masher, a smasher, a basher, tut tut
A crasher, a slasher, a filbert a nut
Why damme! I'm Sammy
I'm Sammy the dashing dragoon.

It made me feel prouder, an ounce of gunpowder
They mixed with my bottle before I could speak
There's nothing it quenches, like work in the trenches
I know I'm bloodthirsty, I trample the weak
With sword or with rifle, the choice is a trifle
With either I'm just as family Yah.
To thwart me is madness, 'tis really, by gad, yes
A word and I'm likely to kill yah.

Refrain: I'm Sammy, Captain Sammy,
They call me strawberry jammy
I'm hot, great Scott! crack shot, what what
Though I've a leg that's gammy
If I lift half an eyebrow
My company falls in a swoon
I walk with a deuce of a military strut
A proper non-stopper, tip-topper, tut tut
A ripper, non-slipper, pip-pipper, a nut
Why damme, I'm Sammy
I'm Sammy the dashing dragoon.

The targets I shatter, but what does it matter
They put up a fresh one, by jingo I'm warm
Today very pleasant, shot three thousand pheasant
Four digs and a beater, that's pretty good form
The girls say I please 'em, I tickle and tease 'em
By gad sir, I know how to do it
I ride a high stepper, I'm mustard and pepper
In fact I'm the whole bally cruet.

Refrain: I'm Sammy, Captain Sammy,
They call me strawberry jammy
I'm hot, great Scott! crack shot, what what
Though I've a leg that's gammy
I'd tackle the German army
Any Saturday afternoon
I sleep with an eye that is only half shut
A tarter, a scorcher, a corker, tut tut
A chutney, a chilly, a ginger a nut
Why damme, I'm Sammy
I'm Sammy, the dashing dragoon.

 
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Written and composed by Clifford E. Grey & T.C. Sterndale Bennett - 1914
Performed by T.C. Sterndale Bennett (1882-1944)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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