The Bowld Sojer Boy

Song The Bowld Sojer Boy
Artist Bobby Horton
Album Homespun Songs of the C. S. A., Volume 5

Lyrics

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Samuel Lover
[00:35.727] Oh, there's not a trade that's going worth showing or knowing,
[00:40.214] Like that from glory growing for a bowld sojer boy;
[00:44.125] Where right or left we go, sure you know, friend or foe,
[00:48.039] Will have the hand or toe from the bowld sojer boy.
[00:52.237] There's not a town we march thro' but ladies looking arch thro'
[00:56.434] The window panes will search thro' the ranks to find their joy;
[01:00.902] While up the street, each girl you meet, with look so sly, will cry, "My eye,
[01:06.210] Oh, isn't he a darling? the bowld sojer boy!"
[01:44.819] But when we get the route, how they pout and they shout,
[01:48.734] While to the right about goes the bowld sojer boy;
[01:52.923] 'Tis then ladies fair, in despair, tear their hair.
[01:57.129] But the divil a one I care, says the bowld sojer boy.
[02:01.325] For the world is all before us, where the landladies adore us,
[02:05.519] And ne'er refuse to score us, but chalk as up with joy;
[02:09.998] We taste her tap, we tear her cap, oh, that's the chap for me, says she.
[02:15.305] Oh, isn't he a darling? the bowld sojer boy!

Pinyin

[00:00.000] zuò qǔ : Samuel Lover
[00:35.727] Oh, there' s not a trade that' s going worth showing or knowing,
[00:40.214] Like that from glory growing for a bowld sojer boy
[00:44.125] Where right or left we go, sure you know, friend or foe,
[00:48.039] Will have the hand or toe from the bowld sojer boy.
[00:52.237] There' s not a town we march thro' but ladies looking arch thro'
[00:56.434] The window panes will search thro' the ranks to find their joy
[01:00.902] While up the street, each girl you meet, with look so sly, will cry, " My eye,
[01:06.210] Oh, isn' t he a darling? the bowld sojer boy!"
[01:44.819] But when we get the route, how they pout and they shout,
[01:48.734] While to the right about goes the bowld sojer boy
[01:52.923] ' Tis then ladies fair, in despair, tear their hair.
[01:57.129] But the divil a one I care, says the bowld sojer boy.
[02:01.325] For the world is all before us, where the landladies adore us,
[02:05.519] And ne' er refuse to score us, but chalk as up with joy
[02:09.998] We taste her tap, we tear her cap, oh, that' s the chap for me, says she.
[02:15.305] Oh, isn' t he a darling? the bowld sojer boy!