Female Drummer - Steeleye Span

I was brought up in Yorkshire and when I was sixteen

Oh I ran away to London and a soldier I became

With me fine cap and feather, likewise me rattling drum

They learned me to play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum

With me gentle waist so slender, me fingers long and small

And to play upon the rub-a-dub the best of them all

And so many were the pranks that I saw among the french

And so boldly did I fight me boys although I’m but a wench

And in buttoning up me trousers so often have I smiled

To think I lay with a thousand men and a maiden all the while

And they never found my secret out until this very hour

When they sent me off to London to keep sentry o’er the Tower

When a young girl fell in love with me and she found that I was a maid

She went up to me officer me secret she betrayed

He unbuttoned then my red tunic and he found that it was true

‘It's a shame, he says, ‘to lose a pretty drummer boy like you

So now I must return to me mum and dad at home

And along with me bold comrades it’s no longer can I roam