THE DRUM-.MA.JOR 



He wears a modest uniform 



Of g rail, with black and white. 

 He plaps the fife till short of breath. 



Then drums with all his might. 

 And when he can not beat his drum 



Another single note. 

 He fifes out, "Kerr, Kerr, Kerr," again. 



Till he almost splits his throat. 



