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WE BE SOLDIERS THREE by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: WITH NEVER A PENNY OF MONEY
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.



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