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Once I was a soldier
l rode on a big white horse
Silver pistols at my side
Carrying the flags of war
And I Iost track of the men who fell
In the cannon's roar
l never got over being a soldier

Once I was a tax man
Collecting dollars and dimes
l heard the rich man grumble
I heard the poor man cry
Some few couldn't afford to pay
Were put to a shackle and key
l never got over being a tax man

Once I was a ruler
About twelve inches long
Three times me made a yardstick
36 inches high
36 inches high was l
36 inches high
i never got over 36 inches high
Once I was a soldier   l rode on a big white horse   Silver pistols at my side   Carrying the flags of war   And I Iost track of the men who fell   In the cannon's roar   l never got over being a soldier      Once I was a tax man   Collecting dollars and dimes   l heard the rich man grumble   I heard the poor man cry   Some few couldn't afford to pay   Were put to a shackle and key   l never got over being a tax man      Once I was a ruler   About twelve inches long   Three times me made a yardstick   36 inches high   36 inches high was l   36 inches high   i never got over 36 inches high