ONE AND A PENNY A DAY
 
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Oh we take him from the city and we take him from the plough
That's providing that the 'plough' is not a pub
You may take him from the city and take him from the plough
But you mustn't take him from his beer and grub
You put him through his 'facings' and present him with a gun
Then you kid him to go out to the South
You dress him up in red just like a walking pillar-box
And I've seen you postings letters in his mouth.

Chorus: Oh, the gallant soldiers of our King
How they love to tell us when they sing
Of what they do in battle, but one thing I remark
They never seemed inclined to tell us what they do in the park.


Now you speak about your army as the gallant rank and file
But there's not much file about it, it's all drill
And whate'er the month may be to you... May, June or perhaps July
It is always March to us, we're never still
You wave your pocket handkerchiefs when we go out to war
Just as if you're pleased to see us go away
I recollect a battle once, we knocked the foe to... well
To the place that comes just after letter K

Chorus: Oh, the gallant soldiers of our King
How they love to tell us when they sing
Of what they do in battle, but one thing I remark
They never seemed inclined to tell us what they do in the park.
 
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Performed by Wilkie Bard (1874-1944)
 
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