What will we do with a drunken soldier?
While all the singing was going on there were those who continued to drink, and it did not take long for the first casualty to occur.
He was a young Royal Guard unicorn, probably just out of the Academy. Brave, young, and stupid. He fell like a rock while attempting to match his comrades drink for drink, not wanting to look like an lesser stallion in their eyes, a loud thump was heard when his face hit the table.
This sound, was all too familiar to the fiery red mane Nightwatch stallion, who finished his drink, stood up, and walked towards the table the white unicorn slept at.
He towered above him, and after letting out a large smile, he tapped his hoof creating a beat, picked the soldier up and threw him on his back before as he started to sing.
“What will we do with a drunken soldier?
What will we do with a drunken soldier?
What will we do with a drunken soldier?
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Early in the morning!"
The rest of the Nightwatch joined in, as he paraded him through the room.
"Shave his tail with a rusty razor,
Shave his tail with a rusty razor,
Shave his tail with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Early in the morning!"
The Royal Guard ponies also joined their brother’s in song.
"Throw him in a lake till he's sober,
Throw him in a lake till he's sober,
Throw him in a lake till he's sober,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Early in the morning!"
All the ponies were now singing, Silky, Pinkie, and Berry included, except, of course, the waiters and waitresses who were busy delivering new drinks to quench the thirst of a room filled with soldiers turned musicians.
"Stick him in a barrel with a dress on him,
Stick him in a barrel with a dress on him,
Stick him in a barrel with a dress on him,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Early in the morning!"
The soldiers threw what they owed on the tables and stood up.
"Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Early in the morning!"
The party was moved outside with the soldier singing as the sleeping pony was carried towards the nearby lake. A cold bath will do wonders for him, the shaving could wait, and finding a dress will take time.
"That’s what we do with a drunken soldier,
That’s what we do with a drunken soldier,
That’s what we do with a drunken soldier,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Way hay and up he rises,
Early in the morning!”
Their singing could be heard all over town.
Silky, Pinkie, Berry and the bar’s staff were the only ones left. The two said their goodbyes, the staff finished their shifts and Berry was left alone in her bar, with her drinks, and with the small fortune she had made that day. For her, the party was just beginning.