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There's ſome calls me a quiet young lad,
and others a wild rover,
But I tell you I'm neither of the two,
for I'm a jolly ſoldier.
I chearfully left my pipe and pot,
to go where drums were beating,
That muſic's ſweeter far to hear,
than a lover's tales intreating:
For woman's cries I do deſpiſe;
I love my foes to conquer,
And follow the drums where cannons roar,
juſt like a valiant ſoldier.
A ſoldier lives the happieſt life
almoſt can be enjoyed,
Each day to ſpend his frugal pay,
his time is moſt employed;
So this each day we paſs away,
each day and night all over,
And so where I will, I go by the name
of a loyal hearted ſoldier.
So full of glee, my landlady,
will all her joys diſcover,
And when my landlord he comes home,
I'll play the wanton lover:
So this each day I'll paſs away,
each day and night all over;
Contented and free in unity,
bleſt be each jovial ſoldier.
When Britain again has peace proclaim'd,
