Trees Soldiers Three
We be soldiers three,
Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris,
Lately come forth of the low country
With never a penny of money.
Here, good fellows, I drink to thee,
Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris
To all good fellows wheree’r they may be
With never a penny of money.
And he that will not pledge me this,
Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris,
Pays for the shot whatever it is
With never a penny of money.
Charge it again, oh, charge it again,
Pardonez-moi, je vous en pris,
As long as there is any ink in the pen
With never a penny of money!
