soldier, soldier won't you marry me with your musket fife and drum

you can tell an army lad
he has a clean counter
his face is streamline
hair cut short back and sides
his plates are clean
he suffers no fools
keeps his tools in order
and his crisp white sheets
he removes so no disorder
can be achieved
he bathes every morning
every night and once
inbetween
and if you cross him
he will shoot you straight down
You can tell an army lad
nothing.