Classic Poem

We be soldiers three,
Pardona moy, je vous an pree,
Lately come forth of the Low Country,
With never a penny of money.

Here, good fellow, I drink to thee,
Pardona moy, je vous an pree,
To all good fellows, wherever they be,
With never a penny of money.

And he that will not pledge me thus,
Pardona moy, je vous an pree,
Pays for the shot, whatever it is,
With never a penny of money.

Charge it again, boy, charge it again,
Pardona moy, je vous an pree,
As long as there is any ink in thy pen,
With never a penny of money.