7. How Happy the Soldier

Songs of the Revolution – 7. How Happy the Soldier

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

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