[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!