Its of a gentleman soldier
As sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maiden
By a waiving of his hand
So then he boldly kissed her
And he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box
Wrapped up in a soldiers cloke

And the [bad word] are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well polly my dear
I must be going away

All night they tossed and tumbled
Till the daylight did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes,
Saying, fare you well my dear
For the [bad word] they are a sounding
And the fifes they so sweetly play
If it werent for that polly my dear
With you Id gladly stay

And the [bad word] are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well polly my dear
I must be going away [bad word] /www.free-lyrics.org/27291-The-Dubliners.html
 [bad word] you gentleman soldier,
Wont you marry me?
Oh no my dearest polly
Such things can never be
For Ive a wife already
Children I have three
Two wives are allowed in the army
But ones too many for me

And the [bad word] are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well polly my dear
I must be going away

If [bad word] a courting you,
You can treat them to a glass
If [bad word] a courting you,
You can say youre a country lass
You neednt ever tell them,
Nor pass it off as a joke
That you got drilled in a sentry box
Wrapped up in a soldiers cloke

And the [bad word] are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well polly my dear
I must be going away

Oh [bad word] my gentleman soldier,
Why didnt you tell me so? my parents will be angy
When this [bad word] to know when nine months had been and gone
The poor girl she brought shame
She had a little militia boy
And she didnt know his name

And the [bad word] are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well polly my dear
I must be going away