[00:00.00]Gentleman Soldier - Sound-A-Like As Made Famous By Trad. - Various Artists
[00:12.17]Well he was a gentleman soldier
[00:13.67]As a sentry he did stand
[00:15.41]He saluted a fair maid by a waving of his hand
[00:18.53]So boldly then he kissed her and
[00:20.40]He passed it off as a joke
[00:21.78]He drilled her up in the sentry box
[00:23.40]Wrapped up in a soldier's cloak
[00:24.96]And the drums they go with a rata ta tat
[00:26.64]And the fifes they loudly play
[00:28.11]Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away
[00:37.84]All night they tossed and tumbled
[00:38.85]Til daylight did appear
[00:40.71]The soldier rose put on his clothes
[00:42.52]Saying"Fare thee well my dear
[00:44.03]For the drums they are a-sounding
[00:45.59]And the fifes do sweetly play
[00:47.23]If it weren't for that Polly my dear
[00:48.92]Then at home with you I'd stay
[00:50.41]And the drums they go with a rata ta tat
[00:52.16]And the fifes they loudly play
[00:53.53]Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away
[01:03.02]Oh come you gentleman soldier won't you marry me
[01:06.20]Oh no me dearest Polly such thing can never be
[01:09.34]For I've a wife already and children I have three
[01:12.64]Two wives are allowed in the army
[01:14.40]But one's too much for me
[01:15.82]And the drums they go with a rata ta tat
[01:17.64]And the fifes they loudly play
[01:19.04]Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away
[01:28.59]If anyone comes a courting you
[01:30.15]You can treat them to a glass
[01:31.65]If anyone comes a courting you
[01:33.33]You can say you're a country lass
[01:34.77]You don't have to tell them that
[01:36.51]Ever you played this joke
[01:37.82]That you were drilled in a sentry
[01:39.83]Box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak
[01:41.32]And the drums they go with a rata ta tat
[01:43.20]And the fifes they loudly play
[01:44.50]Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away
[01:54.11]Oh come you gentleman soldier
[01:55.48]Why didn't you tell me so
[01:57.24]My parents will be angry
[01:58.61]When this they come to know
[02:00.36]And when nine long months had come
[02:02.03]And gone the poor girl she brought shame
[02:03.66]She had a little militia boy and she didn't know his name
[02:06.72]And the drums they go with a rata ta tat
[02:08.52]And the fifes they loudly play
[02:09.96]Fare thee well Polly me dear I must be going away