The lyrics for this are sufficiently different from "Muddley Barracks" to justify a separate entry.

BUNGAY ROGER

When first I went up to London town,
They called me Bungay Roger.
They axed I o'er and o'er again,
If I would be a soldier,
They axed I o'er and o'er again,
Till I said that I was willing,
"Cor blast!" said I, "I'll have a try."
And that time I never got a shilling.

Chorus
With a fol a rol a day, fol a rol a day,
Fol a rol a laddie, when I get home.

They took me out on the barrack square,
To do my duty manual.
They buggered I here, they buggered I there,
For doing my duty manual.
They said, "Eyes right! Eyes left!
Just keep your bloody great head up!
And if you dare to answer back,
I'll flog you into the lockup."

They brought me home from parade that day,
As hungry as a hunter,
We couldn't get a goddamn bite,
Till that orderly bloke came around, sir.
And when they dished it up, my boys,
They dished it up on a platter,
To my surprise, in front of my eyes,
There was a bone and a bloody tater.

I wish I was back home again,
A-following of the plough, sir,
I wish I was back home again,
A-milking that old cow, sir.
I wish I was back home again
Around a leg of mutton,
With a rusty old knife and a rusty old fork,
But by Christ! you can keep on a-cuttin'.


From the singing of Charlie Hancy, of Bungay, Suffolk.