This version is from the book by Roy Palmer, 1977, "The Rambling Soldier," Penguin Books.

The Recruiting Sergeant
Irish trad but from bothies of NE Scotland

1
As we were a-walking along the seaside,
Oh, who did we meet but Sergeant McBride?
We determined to have a bit bathe in the tide;
It was on a fine summer's morning.
2
As we were a-walking along the sea sand,
Now, who did we meet but Corporal Brand?
And a little wee drummer called Arthur McDand,
A-going to the fair in the morning.
3
"It's now, my brave fellows, if you want to enlist,
It's five golden guineas I'll clap in your fist;
Besides, there's five shillings to kick up a dust
As you go to the fair in the morning.
4
"It's then you will also go decent and clean
While all other fellows go dirty and mean;
While all other fellows go dirty and mean,
And sup their burgoo in the morning."
5
"Och, you need not be talking about your fine pay,
For all you have got is one shilling a day;
And as for your debt, the drums pay your way
As you march through the town in the morning.
6
"And you need not be talking about your fine clothes,
For you've just got the loan of them, as I do suppose;
And you dare not sell them in spite of your nose,
Or you would get flogged in the morning.
7
"I'm blest," says the sergeant, "if I'll take more of that
From any coxcomb or cowfeeding brat;
And if you tip me any more of that chat,
I will run you through in the morning."
8
But before they had time to pull out their blades
Our whacking shillelaghs came over their heads,
And we did teach them that we were their blades
To dampen their rage in the morning.
9
As for the wee drummer, we diddled his pow,
And made a footbll of his rowdidedow;
And into the tide we did make him to row,
Then we bade them a' good morning.

This version, "'a shilling a day,' must date the song to the nineteenth century."
With brief musical score.