A bold fusilier came marching down through Rochester
Bound for the wars in the low countries
And he sang as he marched through the crowded streets of Rochester
"Who'll be a soldier for Marlboro and me?"

Who'll be a soldier, who'll be a soldier
Who'll be a soldier for Marlboro and me
And  he  sang  as he marched through  the  crowded  streets  of  Rochester
"Who'll be a soldier for Marlboro and me?"

The Queen, she has ordered new troops onto the continent
To strike a last blow at the enemy
And if you would be a soldier all in a scarlet uniform
Take the King's shilling for Marlboro and me.

Take the King's shilling, take the King's shilling
Take the King's shilling for Marlboro and me
And if you would be a soldier all in a scarlet uniform
Take the King's shilling for Marlboro and me

"Not I,'' said the butcher, `"Nor I,'' said the baker
Most of the rest with them did agree
To be paid with the powder and the rattle of the cannonball
Wages for soldiers for Marlboro and me.

Wages for soldiers, wages for soldiers
Wages for soldiers for Marlboro and me
To be paid with the powder and the rattle of the cannonball
Wages for soldiers for Marlboro and me

"Now I,'' said the young man, "have oft endured the parish queue
There is no wages or employment for me.
Salvation or danger, that will be my destiny
To be a soldier for Marlboro and me''

To be a soldier, to be a soldier
To be a soldier for Marlboro and me
Salvation or danger, that will be my destiny
To be a soldier for Marlboro and me

Now twenty new recruits came marching back through Rochester
Off to the wars in the north country
And they sang as they marched through the crowded streets of Rochester
"Who'll be a soldier for Marlboro and me?''

Who'll be a soldier, who'll be a soldier
Who'll be a soldier for Marlboro and me?
And they sang as they marched through the crowded streets of Rochester
"Who'll be a soldier for Marlboro and me?''