Bowld Sojer Boy - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
BOWLD SOJER BOY. 
Oh, there's not a trade that's going worth showing or knowing, Like that from glory growing for a bowld sojer boy; Where right or left we go, sure you know, friend or foe, Will have the hand or toe from the bowld sojer boy. There's not a town we march thro' but ladies looking arch thro' The window panes will search thro' the ranks to find their joy; While up the 6treet, each girl you meet, with look so sly, will cry, "My eye, Oh, isn't he a darling? the bowld sojer boy!" 
But when we get the route, how they pout and they shout, While to the right about goes the bowld sojer boy; 'Tis then ladies fair, in despair, tear their hair. But the divil a one I care, says the bowld sojer boy. For the world is all before us, where the landladies adore us, But ne'er refuse to score us, but chalk as up with joy; We taste her tap, we tear her cap, oh, that's the chap for me, says she. Oh, isn't he a darling? the bowld sojer boy! 
Then come along with me, gramachree, and you'll see How happy you will be with your bowld sojer boy; Faith, if you're up to fun, with me run, 'twill be done In the snapping of a gun, says the bowld sojer boy. And 'tis then that without scandal, myself would proudly handle The little farthing candle of our mutual love and joy; May his light shine as bright as mine, till in the line he'll blaze, and raise The glory of his corps, like a bowld sojer boy.