I was once a jolly ploughboy;
I was ploughing up the fields all day
When a sudden thought came to my mind
That I should roam away,
No more to work the harvest fields,
Nor hear the skylark sing,
For I've joined up to the army;
I'm a-fighting for the King.
Then hurrah for the scarlet and the blue,
With the helmets a-glitterin' in the sun,
And the bayonets flash like lightning to
The beating of the military drum.
And no more will I go harvesting
Or gathering the golden corn,
For I've took the good King's shilling
And I'm off tomorrow morn.
And I'll leave behind my Molly:
She's the girl that I adore.
And I wonder if she'll think of me
When the rifles crack and roar.
And if ever I return again
And she proves true to me,
We're going to do the churchyard walk,
And a sergeant's wife she'll be.
Then hurrah for the scarlet and the blue,
With the helmets a-glitterin' in the sun,
And the bayonets flash like lightning to
The beating of the military drum.
And no more will I go harvesting
Or gathering the golden corn,
For I've took the good King's shilling
And I'm off tomorrow morn.
J Tams arr Adrian Sutton - The Scarlet and the Blue Lyrics
J Tams arr Adrian Sutton - The Scarlet and the Blue Lyrics
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I was once a jolly ploughboy;
I was ploughing up the fields all day
When a sudden thought came to my mind
That I should roam away,
No more to work the harvest fields,
Nor hear the skylark sing,
For I've joined up to the army;
I'm a-fighting for the King.
Then hurrah for the scarlet and the blue,
With the helmets a-glitterin' in the sun,
And the bayonets flash like lightning to
The beating of the military drum.
And no more will I go harvesting
Or gathering the golden corn,
For I've took the good King's shilling
And I'm off tomorrow morn.
And I'll leave behind my Molly:
She's the girl that I adore.
And I wonder if she'll think of me
When the rifles crack and roar.
And if ever I return again
And she proves true to me,
We're going to do the churchyard walk,
And a sergeant's wife she'll be.
Then hurrah for the scarlet and the blue,
With the helmets a-glitterin' in the sun,
And the bayonets flash like lightning to
The beating of the military drum.
And no more will I go harvesting
Or gathering the golden corn,
For I've took the good King's shilling
And I'm off tomorrow morn.
I was ploughing up the fields all day
When a sudden thought came to my mind
That I should roam away,
No more to work the harvest fields,
Nor hear the skylark sing,
For I've joined up to the army;
I'm a-fighting for the King.
Then hurrah for the scarlet and the blue,
With the helmets a-glitterin' in the sun,
And the bayonets flash like lightning to
The beating of the military drum.
And no more will I go harvesting
Or gathering the golden corn,
For I've took the good King's shilling
And I'm off tomorrow morn.
And I'll leave behind my Molly:
She's the girl that I adore.
And I wonder if she'll think of me
When the rifles crack and roar.
And if ever I return again
And she proves true to me,
We're going to do the churchyard walk,
And a sergeant's wife she'll be.
Then hurrah for the scarlet and the blue,
With the helmets a-glitterin' in the sun,
And the bayonets flash like lightning to
The beating of the military drum.
And no more will I go harvesting
Or gathering the golden corn,
For I've took the good King's shilling
And I'm off tomorrow morn.