00100	                           THE DRUMMER BOY
00200	
00300	                         by Bulat Okudzhava

00400	
00500	Get up early, get up early, get up early
00600	When the yardmen loom up dimly in the cold
00700	You will see then, you will see then,
00800	how the jolly little drummer
00900	In his hands the maple drumsticks high upholds.
01000	
01100	Then at noontime comes the bustle of the masses
01200	Bells of street cars and the whirlpool of the throng
01300	But listen sharp and you will hear it,
01400	when the jolly little drummer
01500	With his drum there on the main street goes along.
01600	
01700	Now at evening as the plotter and the liar
01800	Cloak with darkness everything that they can wrong
01900	If you look then, you will see then,
02000	how the jolly little drummmer
02100	With his drum there on the main street goes along.
02200	
02300	Sounds of drumming sometimes nearer, sometimes farther
02400	Through the midnight fog and clatter seem to come
02500	No but really can't you hear it, how the jolly little drummmer
02600	On the main street of the city beats his drum.
02700	I'm so sad that you can't hear it, when the jolly little drummer
02800	On the main street of the city beats his drum.