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Gentleman Soldier
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Folk
Gentleman Soldier was released on December 17, 2011 by Pyrates! Secret Cove as a part of the album Buried Treasure
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Release DateDecember 17, 2011
LabelPyrates! Secret Cove
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM146

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pyrates!
Pyrates!
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Gedrych
David Gedrych
Songwriter

Lyrics

Oh, it's of a gentleman sailor, as a sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maid with a waving of his hand
So boldly then he kissed her, and passed it off as a joke
Then he drilled her into the sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak
And the drums they go rat-a-tat-tat and the fifes still loudly play
Saying, "Fare thee well, Polly me dear, I must be going away."
All night they tossed and tumbled, till daylight did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes, said "Fare thee well me dear
For the drums they are a-beating, the fifes still loudly play
If it weren't for that, Polly me dear, with you I'd long to stay."
And the drums they go rat-a-tat-tat and the fifes still loudly play
Saying, "Fare thee well, Polly me dear, I must be going away."
"Oh come, me gentleman soldier, now won't you marry me?"
"Oh no, me dearest Polly, such things they never can be
For married I am already and children I have three
Two wives are allowed in the army, but one's too many for me."
And the drums they go rat-a-tat-tat and the fifes still loudly play
Saying, "Fare thee well, Polly me dear, I must be going away."
"Oh, if anyone come a-courting you, you treat him to a glass
If anyone come a-courting you, you say you're a country lass
You needn't even tell them that ever you've laid a joke
That ever you went into a sentry box, wrapped up in a soldier's cloak."
And the drums they go rat-a-tat-tat and the fifes still loudly play
Saying, "Fare thee well, Polly me dear, I must be going away."
"Oh come, me gentleman soldier, why didn't you tell me so?
Me parents they'll be angry when this they come to know."
When nine long months were up and past, the young girl she brought shame
She had a little militia boy and she couldn't tell his name
And the drums they go rat-a-tat-tat and the fifes still loudly play
Saying, "Fare thee well, Polly me dear, I must be going away."
Written by: David Gedrych
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