I've got six pence,
Jolly, jolly six pence.
I've got six pence,
To last me all my life.
I've go two pence to spend,
And two pence to lend,
And no pence to send home to my wife
Poor wife
No cares have I to grieve me.
No pretty little girls to deceive me.
I'm happy as a king, believe me,
As we go rolling, rolling home.
Rolling home, rolling home.
By the light of the silvery moon.
Happy is the day when a soldier gets his pay
And he goes rolling, rolling home
