He ventur’d the soul, and I risket the body,
’Twas then I prov’d false to my sodger laddie.
Sing, Lal de lal, etc.
Full soon I grew sick of my sanctified sot,
The regiment at large for a husband I got;
From the gilded spontoon to the fife I was ready,
I askèd no more but a sodger laddie.
Sing, Lal de lal, etc.
And now I have lived—I know not how long,
And still I can join in a cup and a song;