Soldiers Three
We be soldiers three,
Pardonnay moy je vouz ahn pree,
Lately come forth from the low country,
With never a penny of money.
Here, good fellow, I drink to thee,
Pardonnay moy je vouz ahn pree,
To all the good fellowes wherever they be,
With never a penny of money.
And he that will not pledge me this,
Pardonnay moy je vouz ahn pree,
Pays for the shot, whatever it is,
With never a penny of money.
Charge it again, boys, charge it again,
Pardonnay moy je vouz ahn pree,
As long as there is any ink in thy pen,
With never a penny of money.
We be soldiers three,
Pardonnay moy je vouz ahn pree,
Lately come forth from the low country,
With never a penny of money.