The air was the very same he had whistled dumbly that morning, the air that Ruby had speculated upon.

And the words were-- "'Soldier, soldier, will you marry me, With the bagginet, fife and drum ?' 'Oh, no, pretty miss, I cannot marry you, For I've got no coat to put on.' "So away she ran to the tailor's shop, As fast as she could run, And she bought him a coat of the very very best, And the soldier clapped it on.
"'Soldier, soldier, will you marry me--'" His voice died away down the lane..