Ewan MacColl
The Trooper Cut Down in His Prime
[Verse 1]
As I was a-walkin' down by the Royal Arsenal
Early the morning though 'warm was the day
When who should I see but one of my comrades
All wrapped up in flannel and cold as the clay

[Chorus]
Then beat the drum lowly and play your fife slowly
And sound the dead march as you carry me along
And fire your bundooks right over my coffin
For I'm a young trooper cut down in my prime

[Verse 2]
The bugles were playin'; his mates were a-prayin'
The chaplain was kneelin' down by his bed
His poor head was achin', his poor heart was breakin'
This poor young trooper cut down in his prime

[Chorus]
Then beat the drum lowly and play your fife slowly
And sound the dead march as you carry me along
And fire your bundooks right over my coffin
For I'm a young trooper cut down in my prime

[Verse 3]
Get six of my comrades to carry my coffin
Six of my comrades to carry me on high
And six young maidens to carry white roses
So they won't smell me as they pass me by
[Chorus]
Then beat the drum slowly and play your fife slowly
And sound the dead march as you carry me along
And fire your bundooks right over my coffin
For I'm a young trooper cut down in my prime

[Verse 4]
Outside of the barracks you will find two girls standin'
And one to the other she whispered and said
"Here comes the young swaddy whose money we squandered
Here comes the young trooper cut down in his prime"

[Chorus]
Then beat the drum slowly and play your fife slowly
And sound the dead march as you carry me along
And fire your bundooks right over my coffin
For I'm a young trooper cut down in my prime

[Verse 5]
On the cross by his grave you will find these words written
"All you young troopers take warnin' by me
Keep away from them flash girls who walk in the city
Flash girls of the city have quite ruined me"

[Chorus]
Then beat the drum slowly and play your fife slowly
And sound the dead march as you carry me along
And fire your bundooks right over my coffin
For I'm a young trooper cut down in my prime