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Grenadier, A.E. Housman

The Queen she sent to look for me,
  The sergeant he did say,
‘Young man, a soldier will you be
  For thirteen pence a day?’
 
For thirteen pence a day did I
  Take off the things I wore,
And I have marched to where I lie,
  And I shall march no more.
 
My mouth is dry, my shirt is wet,
  My blood runs all away,
So now I shall not die in debt
  For thirteen pence a day.
 
To-morrow after new young men
  The sergeant he must see,
For things will all be over then
  Between the Queen and me.
 
And I shall have to bate my price,
  For in the grave, they say,
Is neither knowledge nor device
  Nor thirteen pence a day.