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.