That does not look quite like the version I checked with Pete Coe some years ago - not simply because they were not off for a cigarette.

As recollect (without looking it up): -

THE GAY FUSILIER
(Pete Coe)

The gay fusilier came marching down through Rochester
Bound for the wars in the low countries,
And he sang as he marched
Through the crowded streets of Rochester,
``Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me?''

Who'll be a soldier? Who'll be a soldier?
Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me?
And he sang as he marched
Through the crowded streets of Rochester,
``Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me?''

The King has ordered new troops for the continent
To strike the last blow at the enemy.
So if you'd be a soldier
All in a scarlet uniform
Take the King's shilling for Marlborough and me.

Take the King's shilling. Take the King's shilling.
Take the King's shilling for Marlborough and me.
And if you'd be a soldier
All in a scarlet uniform
Take the King's shilling for Marlborough and me.

``Not I,'' said the butcher, ``Nor I,'' said the baker.
Most of the townsmen with them did agree.
To be paid in the powder and
The rattle of the cannonball
Wages for soldiers for Marlborough and thee.

Wages for soldiers, wages for soldiers,
Wages for soldiers for Marlborough and thee.
To be paid in the powder and
The rattle of the cannonball
Wages for soldiers for Marlborough and thee.

``But I,'' said the young man, ``have long endured the parish queue.
No work, no wages for the likes of me.
Starvation or danger?
It shall be my destiny,
To seek fresh employment with Marlborough and thee.''

Wages for soldiers, wages for soldiers,
Wages for soldiers for Marlborough and thee.
Starvation or danger,
It shall be my destiny.
To seek fresh employment with Marlborough and thee.

So forty new recruits came marching down through Rochester
Bound for the wars in the low countries.
And they sang as they marched
Through the crowded streets of Rochester,
``Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me?''

Who'll be a soldier, who'll be a soldier,
Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me?
And they sang as they marched
Through the crowded streets of Rochester,
``Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me?''