How happy the soldier who lives on his pay
And spends half a crown out of six pence a day
He fears neither justices, his warrants or bums
But pays all his debts with a roll of his drums

With a row de dow, row de dow, row de dow row
And he pays all his debts with a roll of his drums

He cares not a ....., that's how the world goes
His King finds his quarters, his money and clothes
He laughs at all sorrow whenever it comes
And rattles away with the roll of his drums

With a row de dow, row de dow, row de dow row
And he pays all his debts with a roll of his drums

The drum is his glory, his joy, his delight
It leads him to pleasure as well as to fight
No girl, when she hears it, though ever so glum
But he packs up her tatters, and follows his drum

With a row de dow, row de dow, row de dow row
And he pays all his debts with a roll of his drums

How happy the soldier who lives on his pay
And spends half a crown out of six pence a day
He fears neither justices, his warrants or bums
But pays all his debts with a roll of his drums

With a row de dow, row de dow, row de dow row
And he pays all his debts with a roll of his drums