All For a Shilling a Day

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