Oh soldier, soldier won't you marry me
With your musket, fife and drum
Oh no sweet lass I cannot marry you
For I have no boots to put on
So she ran to the town as fast as she could run
With a hey and a ho to the sound of a drum
And she brought him boots of the very very best
And sez soldier put these on
Now soldier, soldier won't you marry me
With your musket, fife and drum
Oh no sweet lass I cannot marry you
For I have no suit to put on
So she ran to the town as fast as she could run
With a hey and a ho to the sound of a drum
And she brought him a suit of the very very best
And sez soldier put this on
Now soldier, soldier etc.
(No shirt, tie, hat)
Last verse: On no sweet lass I cannot marry you
For I have a wife of my own
