A bold fusilier came marching back through Rochester
Off from the wars in the north country
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 up to 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'll 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'll 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?''