It's 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 soldier's 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 beating
  and the fifes they so sweetly play
    If it weren't for that Polly my dear
     with you I'd 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