Soldier, soldier, will you marry me,
With your musket, fife and drum?
“Oh, how can I marry
Such a pretty girl as you,
When I’ve got no coat to put on?”
So she ran away
To the village tailor’s shop,
As fast as she could run,
And she bought him a coat,
Oh, the best that she could buy,
And the soldier put it on.
And, your point is?
And did he marry her?
If he put on a condom he wouldn’t have to marry her.
Heh heh, maybe it was a raincoat!!
I want a better bedtime story.
Henry, Henry, here is my answer true
I’m not crazy over the thought of you
If you can’t afford a carriage
Then there won’t be a marriage
I won’t be crammed
I won’t be jammed
On a bicycle built for two.
Soldier, soldier, will you marry me,
With your knapsack, fife and drum?
“Oh, how can I marry
Such a pretty girl as you,
When I’ve got no shoes to put on?”
So she ran away
To the shoemaker’s shop,
As fast as she could run,
And she bought him some shoes,
Oh, the best that she could buy,
And the soldier put them on.
Jim
I haven’t heard this since I was a wee leetle Lad.
- Puts on corporate mangement hat *
I’m glad you asked that. I’d like you to take ownership in that query, research the answer and report back to the group by the end of the day. I think the answer will surprise you.
- Removes corporate management hat, tosses it aside in disgust *
As I recall from memory:
Soldier, soldier, will you marry me,
With your musket, fife and drum?
Oh, No sweet maiden
I cannot marry thee,
For I have a wife of my own.
Bastard!
What part of M** P**SIMS don’t you understand 
?
What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From Oslo over the sound ?
From Oslo there came a collar of fur,
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the sound.
What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam ?
From Amsterdam he got her a hat,
She looked sweet in that,
In her little Dutch hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam.
What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From Paris, city of light ?
In Paris he got her a silken gown,
'Twas ended in town that silken gown
From Paris city of light.
What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From the far-off Russian land ?
From Russia there came just a widow’s veil
For her dead to bewail in her widow’s veil
From the far-off Russian land,
From the far-off Russian land.
And now you know…the rest of the story.
She sold her loom, she sold her reel,
She sold her only spinning wheel,
To buy her love a sword of steel,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
I remember that one, from a long time again.
For some reason it reminds me of “The grand old duke of York”(who gets a real kick marching people up and down hills).