Soldier, Soldier

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