Come be a Soldier for Marlboro and Me



A gay Grenadier came marching down through Rochester

Bound for the wars in the low countries

And he sang as he rode through the crowded streets of Rochester

"Who'll be a soldier for Marlboro and me?

Who'll be a soldier, who'll be a soldier

Who'll be a soldier for Marlboro and me

And he sang as he marched through the crowded streets of

Rochester

Who'll be a soldier for Marlboro and me



"The King he is looking for soldiers for the continent

Strike one last blow to the enemy

And if you'd be a soldier all in your scarlet uniform

Take the King's shilling for Marlboro and me"

(likewise)



"Not I," said the mason, "Nor I," said the tailor

And most of the crowd with them did agree

"To be rattled by the powder and the cannonball

Wages for soldiers for Marlboro and thee"



"Oh I," said the young man, "I cannot stand the parish queue

No work or wages for the likes of me

Salvation or danger, it shall be my destiny

To seek employment with Marlboro and thee"



So forty new recruits came marching down through Rochester

Bound for the wars in the low countries

And they sang as they marched through the crowded streets of

Rochester

"Who'll be a soldier for Marlboro and me?"



@soldier @war @recruiting

sung by Jean Redpath

tune Waltzing Mathilda

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