All For a Shilling a Day

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All for a Shilling a Day
by Bob Moore © 2019
               
Back in 1810 when prison seemed my lot
The judge said “join the army, or in the cells you rot”
So I took the Kings Shilling, and enlisted for the pay
I became a 16th Lancer, for just a shilling a day

For just a shilling a day my lad
a place to sleep, and food not bad
muck out stables, and ride a horse
use a sword, and lance of course

Then came the time to earn our pay
that princely sum of a shilling a day
Napoleon thought he was the best
so we would put him to the test

The Scarlet Lancers, was our nickname
in charge or with sword, we had made our fame
now he had disturbed us, we would make him pay
and all of this, for a shilling a day

Now we are at, a place called Waterloo
with Vandeleur’s Brigade, to do what we do
this could be the final battle they say
I am sure we can win it, for a shilling a day

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