Soldier,Sodier - Harry Belafonte

Oh, Soldier, Soldier will you marry me

With your musket fife and drum?

Oh, how can I marry such a pretty girl as thee

When I got no shoes to put on

Off to the cobbler she did go as fast as she could run,

Bought him a pair of the best that was there

And the soldier put them on

Oh, Soldier, Soldier will you marry me

With your musket fife and drum?

Oh, how can I marry such a pretty girl as thee

When I got no socks to put on

Off to the habber-dasher she did go as fast as she could run,

Bought him a pair of the best that was there

And the soldier put them on

Oh, Soldier, Soldier will you marry me

With your musket fife and drum?

Oh, how can I marry such a pretty girl as thee

When I got no pants to put on

Off to the tailor she did go as fast as she could run,

Bought him a pair of the best that was there

And the soldier put them on

Now, Soldier, Soldier will you marry me

With your musket fife and drum?

Oh, how can I marry such a pretty girl as thee

With a wife and a baby at home