The Gentleman Soldier The Pogues
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[Verse 1]
It's of a gentleman soldier, as a sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maiden by a waving of his hand
So then he boldly kissed her and he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box, wrapped up in a soldier's cloak
[Chorus]
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare thee well, Polly, my dear
I must be going away
All night they tossed and tumbled 'til the morning did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes and said "Farewell, my dear
For the drums are loudly beating and the fifes they sweetly play
If it weren't for that, Polly, my dear, with you, I'd gladly stay"
[Chorus]
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare thee well, Polly, my dear
I must be going away
[Verse 3]
"If anyone comes a courting you, you can treat them to a glass
If anyone comes a courting you, you can say you're a country lass
You don't have to tell them that you ever played this joke
That you got drilled in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak"
It's of a gentleman soldier, as a sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maiden by a waving of his hand
So then he boldly kissed her and he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box, wrapped up in a soldier's cloak
[Chorus]
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare thee well, Polly, my dear
I must be going away
All night they tossed and tumbled 'til the morning did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes and said "Farewell, my dear
For the drums are loudly beating and the fifes they sweetly play
If it weren't for that, Polly, my dear, with you, I'd gladly stay"
[Chorus]
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare thee well, Polly, my dear
I must be going away
[Verse 3]
"If anyone comes a courting you, you can treat them to a glass
If anyone comes a courting you, you can say you're a country lass
You don't have to tell them that you ever played this joke
That you got drilled in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak"
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