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    Once I slept on a feather bed
    With blankets woven warm
    Now I'm glad to lay my head
    On a cloak that's old and torn
    So sing with me a merry catch
    As summer days will come
    My love, he is a soldier boy,
    So I'm following the drum
    My love, he is a soldier boy,
    So I'm following the drum

    With a pat-a-pat-a-tat
    And a rattle and a scrat
    And the beat of a marching song
    I'm ragged and I'm worn and my hose are torn.
    And still I follow him alone

    Once I slept on a feather bed
    With blankets woven warm
    Now I'm glad to lay my head
    On a cloak that's old and torn
    So sing with me a merry catch
    As summer days will come
    My love, he is a soldier boy,
    So I'm following the drum

    Oh, I lame and tired
    But still I smile
    So still I follow him alone

    Once I slept on a feather bed
    With blankets woven warm
    Now I'm glad to lay my head
    On a cloak that's old and torn
    So sing with me a merry catch
    As summer days will come
    My love, he is a soldier boy,
    So I'm following the drum
    My love, he is a soldier boy,
    So I'm following...
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    Once I slept on a feather bed
    With blankets woven warm
    Now I'm glad to lay my head
    On a cloak that's old and torn
    So sing with me a merry catch
    As summer days will come
    My love, he is a soldier boy,
    So I'm following the drum
    My love, he is a soldier boy,
    So I'm following the drum

    With a pat-a-pat-a-tat
    And a rattle and a scrat
    And the beat of a marching song
    I'm ragged and I'm worn and my hose are torn.
    And still I follow him alone

    Once I slept on a feather bed
    With blankets woven warm
    Now I'm glad to lay my head
    On a cloak that's old and torn
    So sing with me a merry catch
    As summer days will come
    My love, he is a soldier boy,
    So I'm following the drum

    Oh, I lame and tired
    But still I smile
    So still I follow him alone

    Once I slept on a feather bed
    With blankets woven warm
    Now I'm glad to lay my head
    On a cloak that's old and torn
    So sing with me a merry catch
    As summer days will come
    My love, he is a soldier boy,
    So I'm following the drum
    My love, he is a soldier boy,
    So I'm following...