His Lordship called me away from the plough
To fight some war, never mind where or how,
I did as he bade, and just look at me now,
That's what I got as a soldier.

I wore his colors and learned how to fight,
To follow orders by day and by night,
And never to ask was it wise, was it right,
That was the job for a soldier.

I marched and slew as His Lordship did bid,
How loud he lied while the horrors were hid,
But I could have cried for the things that we did,
That was the lot of a soldier.

We slaughtered women, children and men,
Stole the cattle from every pen,
Then turned us around and we did it again,
That was the work for a soldier.

And when we met with a well-matched foe,
We hacked and killed and were slaughtered so
That just who won, we barely could know,
That was the fate of a soldier.

Our Lord wasted lives on every fight,
On fools' mistakes or the weather not right,
But all that we won he claimed by right,
That's good enough for a soldier.

We did our work for a penny a day,
His Lordship groaned at the cost of our pay,
So when we were wounded he'd throw us away,
That was the thanks for a soldier.

So now I wander a-begging my bread
With one leg gone and the other arm dead,
Be wise, young lads, better stay home instead,
Don't take the road of a soldier.

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