Are you going for a soldier with your curly yellow hair,
And a scarlet coat instead of the smock you used to wear?
Are you going to drive the foe as you used to drive the plough?
Are you going for a soldier now?
I am going for a soldier, and my tunic is of red
And I’ m tired of woman’ s chatter, and I’ ll hear the drum instead;
I will break the fighting line as you broke your plighted vow,
For I’ m going for a soldier now.
For a soldier, for a soldier are you sure that you will go,
To hear the drums a-beating and to hear the bugles blow?
I’ ll make you sweeter music, for I’ ll swear another vow —
Are you going for a soldier now?
I am going for a soldier if you’ d twenty vows to make;
You must get another sweetheart, with another heart to break,
For I’ m sick of lies and women and the harrow and the plough,
And I’ m going for a soldier now!