June Tabor
Soldiers Three
We Be Soldiers Three
We be soldiers three
Pardona moy, je vous an pree
Lately come forth of the Low Country
With never a penny of money

Here, good fellow, I drink to thee
To all good frllows, wherever they be

And he that will not pledge me this
Pay for the shot whatever it is

Charge it again, boy, charge it again
As long as there is any ink in thy pen