歌词
Once I slept on a feather bed
With blankets woven warm
Now I'm glad to lay my head
On a cloak that's old and torn
So sing with me a merry catch
As summer days will come
My love, he is a soldier boy,
So I'm following the drum
My love, he is a soldier boy,
So I'm following the drum
With a pat-a-pat-a-tat
And a rattle and a scrat
And the beat of a marching song
I'm ragged and I'm worn and my hose are torn.
And still I follow him alone
Once I slept on a feather bed
With blankets woven warm
Now I'm glad to lay my head
On a cloak that's old and torn
So sing with me a merry catch
As summer days will come
My love, he is a soldier boy,
So I'm following the drum
Oh, I lame and tired
But still I smile
So still I follow him alone
Once I slept on a feather bed
With blankets woven warm
Now I'm glad to lay my head
On a cloak that's old and torn
So sing with me a merry catch
As summer days will come
My love, he is a soldier boy,
So I'm following the drum
My love, he is a soldier boy,
So I'm following...
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