G C G C G D Oh it's of a jolly soldier that lately came from warG C G C D He loved a fair young damsel, a damsel so fairD G D G C D And her fortune was so great that it could scarcely be toldD G C D And she loved her jolly soldier boy because he was so bold [VERSE 2]G C G C G D Oh then cried the lady "I fain would be your wifeG C G C D But me father he is cruel and he'd surely take me life"D G D G C D He drew out his sword and pistol and he hung them by his sideD G C D And he swore that he would marry her and that’s what would betide [VERSE 3]G C G C G D So they went and they got married and as they were coming homeG C G C D They met with her old father and seven armed menD G D G C D "Let us flee", cried the lady "for we'll surely will be slain"D G C D "Fear nothing my dear charmer", the soldier cried again [VERSE 4]G C G C G D Then up came the old man and unto her did sayG C G C D "It's for your disobedience to me this very dayD G D G C D For as you had been so mean as to be a soldier's wifeD G C D Down in this lonesome valley I will surely take your life" [VERSE 5]G C G C G D "Oh no", cried the soldier "I do not like your prattleG C G C D For although I am a bridegroom I am well prepared for battle"D G D G C D He drew out his sword and pistol and he caused them for to roarD G C D And the lady held the bridle while the soldier battled sore [VERSE 6]G C G C G D Well the first one he came to he ran through and maimedG C G C D And the second one he came to he served him just the sameD G D G C D "Let us flee", cried the others "For we surely will be slain"D G C D "Fight on, my dear charmer", the lady cried again [VERSE 7]G C G C G D "Stay your hand", cried the old man "you make my blood run coldG C G C D And you shall have me daughter and five thousand pounds in gold"D G D G C D "Fight on", cried the lady "for his offer is too small"D G C D "Stay your hand", cried the old man "and you shall have it all" [VERSE 8]G C G C G D So he's taken them both home and he's made them both his heirsG C G C D And it wasn't out of love but it was from dread and fearD G D G C D For there never was a soldier ever carried a gunD G C D Who would ever flinch or budge an inch till the battle he had won [VERSE 9]G C G C G D So don't despise the soldier just because he's poorG C G C D He's as happy on the battlefield as at the barrack doorD G D G C D For they are the lads to be jovial brisk and freeD G C D And they'll fight for the pretty girls, for rights and liberty
The Jolly Soldier
Paul Brady
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