Oh, soldier, soldier will you marry me
With your musket fife and drum?
Oh, how can I marry such a pretty girl as thee
When I got no shoes to put on
Off to the cobbler she did go as fast as she could run,
Bought him a pair of the best that was there
And the soldier put them on
Oh, soldier, soldier will you marry me
With your musket fife and drum?
Oh, how can I marry such a pretty girl as thee
When I got no socks to put on
Off to the habber-dasher she did go as fast as she could run,
Bought him a pair of the best that was there
And the soldier put them on
Oh, soldier, soldier will you marry me
With your musket fife and drum?
Oh, how can I marry such a pretty girl as thee
When I got no pants to put on
Off to the tailor she did go as fast as she could run,
Bought him a pair of the best that was there
And the soldier put them on
Now, soldier, soldier will you marry me
With your musket fife and drum?
Oh, how can I marry such a pretty girl as thee
With a wife and a baby at home
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