WE be soldiers three: @3Pardona moy,je vous an pree;@1 Lately come forth of the Low Country, With never a penny of money. Here, good fellow, I drink to thee: @3Pardona moy, je vous an pree;@1 To all good fellows, wherever they be, With never a penny of money. And he that will not pledge me thus, @3Pardona moy, je vous an pree,@1 Pays for the shot, whatever it is, With never a penny of money. Charge it again, boy, charge it again, @3Pardona moy, je vous an pree,@1 As long as there is any ink in thy pen, With never a penny of money. |