Some tough little soldier’s on a bivouac
Were playin' stud poker in a mountain shack
But every man put down his hands
When the Captain of the guard gave a sharp command
Oh Jimmy get your fiddle out, rosin' up your bow
Johnny turn your back, we’re gonna have a show
Billy pass the broom around the court room floor
We’re gonna have a tune called Soldier’s Joy
(Interlude)
The girls in Boston are dancin' tonight
The dall-gurn redcoats are holdin' 'em tight
When we get there, we’ll show 'em how
But that ain’t a doin' us no good now
There go General Washington,
He’s got his horse in (sweeping run)
The barefoot boys are beggin' to fight
We’re gonna cross the Delaware River tonight
Oh we’re goin' in the wilderness
Got his army in an awful mess
Farmers got mad at the British in the hunt
They got ten thousand of the Son-of-a-guns
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