Soldiers Three

Lyrics for Soldiers Three

We be soldiers three, Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris, Lately come forth of the low country With never a penny of money. Here, good fellows, I drink to thee, Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris To all good fellows wheree'r they may be With never a penny of money. And he that will not pledge me this, Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris, Pays for the shot whatever it is With never a penny of money. Charge it again, oh, charge it again, Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris, As long as there is any ink in the pen With never a penny of money!