Lyrics I've Got Sixpence - Mitch Miller

I've Got Sixpence

I’ve got six pence,
Jolly, jolly six pence.
I’ve got six pence,
To last me all my life.
I’ve go two pence to spend,
And two pence to lend,
And no pence to send home to my wife
Poor wife
No cares have I to grieve me.
No pretty little girls to deceive me.
I’m happy as a king, believe me,
As we go rolling, rolling home.
Rolling home, rolling home.
By the light of the silvery moon.
Happy is the day when a soldier gets his pay
And he goes rolling, rolling home
I’ve been workin' on the railroad,
All the live long day.
I’ve been workin' on the railroad,
Just to pass the time away.
Don’t you hear the whistle blowing?
Rise up so early in the morn.
Don’t you hear the captain shouting
«Dinah, blow your horn?»
Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow your horn?
Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow your horn?
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah.
Someone’s in the kitchen, I know.
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah
Strumming on the old banjo.
And singing…
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o-o-o-o.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o.
Strumming on the old banjo.
That’s where my money goes
to buy my baby clothes
I buy her everything to keep her in style, well, well, well…
She' worth her wait in gold
She’s got a pair of hips
Just like two battle ships
I buy her everything to keep her in style, well, well, well…
I’ve got no pence,
Jolly, jolly no pence.
I’ve got no pence,
To last me all my life.
I’ve go no pence to spend,
And no pence to lend,
And no pence to send home to my wife
Poor wife
No cares have I to grieve me.
No pretty little girls to deceive me.
I’m happy as a king, believe me,
As we go rolling, rolling home.
Rolling home, rolling home.
By the light of the silvery moon.
Happy is the day when a soldier gets his pay
And he goes rolling, rolling home