The Baltimore Consort - Soldier Boy for Me | Текст песни

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We go walking on the green grass, thus, thus, thus,
Come all you pretty fair maids,
Come walk along with us.
So pretty and so fair
As you take yourself to be,
I'll choose you for a partner,
Come walk along with me.

I would not be a blacksmith
That smuts his nose and chin,
I'd rather be a sailor boy
That sails through the wind.
Sailor boy, sailor boy,
Sailor boy for me,
If ever I get married,
A sailor's wife I'll be.

Additional versions from 272A:

I would not marry a doctor,
He's always killing the sick;
I'd rather marry a soldier boy
That marches double quick,
Soldier boy, soldier boy, etc.

I would not marry a farmer,
He's always selling grain;
I'd rather marry a soldier boy
That marches through the rain.
Soldier boy, soldier boy, etc.

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