Following The Drum - Harlots
Written by：a harlot
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
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
My offer still stand
Like I said first one for free
Think like a whore
How much can you get
A guinea
For what
Sell me your charms
I offer you love
Then you're a fool
For a harlot that doesn't exist
Then I have nothing
Hunger in my stomach and a mouth full of breeze
Here's tuppence
What's that for
Company
I'm lame and tired before my time
And still I follow him
Oh I lame and tired
But still I smile
And so I follow him
I want your forgiveness
Eight shillings
This city is made of our flesh
Every beam every brick
We'll have our piece of it
Once I slept on a feather bed
With blankets woven warm
