[Anonymous
song]
How pleasant to join the King’s Army!
How brave, sir, to march on our way!
When we limp from the plain
In most grievous pain
And our legs are both broke
And they’re spattered with brain —
Thank the Lord, sir, for eight pence a day!
How pleasant to join the King’s Army!
How brave, sir, to march on parade!
With the pox and the flux
And the year’s only fucks
Are straight up the rear
From a Welsh fusilier
’Tis no wonder we listed and stayed.
How pleasant to join the King’s Army!
How brave, sir, to do as you’re bade!
To freeze and to fry
And to fall and to die
While the author of war
Is home thrumming his whore
And prinking his hair with pomade.
How pleasant to join the King’s Army!
How brave, sir, to march on parade!