You'll feed on beans and on rotten hay,
and a horse's hoof come your naming day.
You'll sweat and bleed till you grow old,
And your only gold will be dreams of gold,
If you go to be a soldier.
If you go to be a soldier.
Your girl will marry another man.
Your muddy grave will be all your land.
Food for the worms and none to mourn.
You'll curse the day you were ever born,
If you go to be a soldier.
If you go to be a soldier.
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