Soldier's Joy - The Holy Modal Rounders

It was a pastoral scene

No mountain goats, just cows

Not with milk, mind you, but

(Real cheese)

Fat chicks, giggling

General Washington and Rochambeau

Buggering Hessians while the fireside’s aglow

Spendin' out their money, drinkin' up the pay

They’re never gonna win the war this-a-way!

Jimmy, get your fiddle and rosin up your bow

Billy, get your banjo up, gonna have a show

Pass a jug around the current employ

We’re gonna have a song called Soldier’s Joy!

I’m my mother’s darling child

I’m my mother’s single child

I’m my mother’s random child

Shan’t get married for a while

Rock the cradle, Lucy

Rock the cradle high!

Rock the cradle, Lucy

Don’t let the baby die!

One more time!

One more time!