Lyrics:
How happy the soldier who lives on his pay
And spends half a crown out of six pence a day
Yet fears neither justices, warrants or bums
And pays all his debts with the roll of his drums
With a row-dee- tow, row- dee- tow, row- dee- tow, row
And he pays all his debts with a roll of his drums
He cares not a whit about how the world goes
His king finds his quarters, his money, and clothes
He laughs at all sorrow whenever it comes
And rattles away with a roll of his drums
With a row-dee- tow, row-dee-tow, row-dee-tow, row
And he pays all his debts with a roll of his drums
Now the drum is his glory, his joy, his life
It leads him to pleasure as well as to fight
No girl when she hears it though ever so glum
But she packs up her tatters and follows the drum
With a row-dee-tow, row-dee-tow, row-dee- tow, row
And he pays all his debts with a roll of his drum
How happy the soldier who lives on his pay
And spends half a crown out of six pence a day
Yet fears neither justices, warrants or bums
And pays all his debts with a roll of his drums
With a row-dee-tow, row-dee-tow, row-dee-tow, row
And he pays all his debts with a roll of his drums