SOLDIER'S JOY
(Americo "Rickey" Marino / Felix Slatkin)

Some continental soldier's on a bivouac
Were playin' stud poker in a mountain shack
But every vigilante through down his hands
When the Captain of the guard gave a sharp command

Oh Jimmy get your fiddle out, rosin' up your bow
Johnny clean your banjo up, we're gonna have a show
Billy pass the jug around to Corporal McCoy
We're gonna have a tune called Soldier's Joy

The girls in Boston are dancin' tonight
The gall-durn redcoats are holdin' 'em tight
When we get there, we'll show 'em how
But that ain't a doin' us no good now

Oh Jimmy get your fiddle out, rosin' up your bow
Johnny clean your banjo up, we're gonna have a show
Billy pass the jug around to Corporal McCoy
We're gonna have a tune called Soldier's Joy

There goes General Washington,
He's got his horse in a sweeping run
The barefoot boys are beggin' to fight
We're gonna cross the Delaware River tonight

Oh Jimmy get your fiddle out, rosin' up your bow
Johnny clean your banjo up, we're gonna have a show
Billy pass the jug around to Corporal McCoy
We're gonna have a tune called Soldier's Joy

Old Burgoyne in the wilderness
Got his army in an awful mess
Farmers got mad at the British an the Huns
And they captured ten-thousand of the Son-of-a-guns

Oh Jimmy get your fiddle out, rosin' up your bow
Johnny clean your banjo up, we're gonna have a show
Billy pass the jug around to Corporal McCoy
We're gonna have a tune called Soldier's Joy

John Paul Jones in an old tin can
Scoured the ocean like a fightin' man
The British said Paul are you ready to strike
And Paul said I'm just beginning to fight

Oh Jimmy get your fiddle out, rosin' up your bow
Johnny clean your banjo up, we're gonna have a show
Billy pass the jug around to Corporal McCoy
We're gonna have a tune called Soldier's Joy
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