Rambling Soldier

I am a soldier, I do say
That rambles for promotion
I’ve laid the French and the Spaniards low
Some miles upon the ocean
Come, now me jolly boys,
I bid you all adieu
No more to the wars will I go with you
But I’ll ramble the country through and through
And I’ll be a rambling solider

The King he has commanded me
To range this country over
From Woolwich up to Liverpool
And from Plymouth back to Dover
And in whatever town I went,
To court all damsels I was bent,
And to marry none was my intent,
But live a rambling soldier.

And when these wars are at an end
I’m not afraid to mention
The King will hand me my discharge,
A guinea and a pension
No doubt some lassies will me blame
But none of them will know my name
And if you want to know the same
My name is Rambling Soldier

… And they call me a rambling soldier