Soldiers Three by Trees
Soldiers Three lyrics
We be soldiers three,
Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris,
Lately come forth of the low country
With never a penny of money.
Here, good fellows, I drink to thee,
Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris
To all good fellows wheree�r they may be
With never a penny of money.
And he that will not pledge me this,
Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris,
Pays for the shot whatever it is
With never a penny of money.
Charge it again, oh, charge it again,
Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris,
As long as there is any ink in the pen
With never a penny of money!
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