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It fell out upon one Martinmas time
When snow lay on the border
There came a troop of soldiers here
To take up their winter quarters

And they rode east and they rode west
And they rode o'er the border
And there they met with a nice little girl
And she was a farmer's daughter

And they made her swear a solemn oath
With a salt tear in her eye-o
That she would come to the quarter gates
When no one did her spy-o

And she's gone to the barber's shop
To the barber's shop went soon-o
Amde them cut her long yellow hair
As short as any dragoon-o

With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie

And she's gone to the tailor's shop
And dresses in soldier's clothes-o
Two long pistols down by her side
A nice little boy was she-o

With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie

And she's gone to the quarter gates
And loudly she does call-o
There comes a troop of soldiers here
And we must have lodgings all-o

With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie

And the Quartermaster he comes down
And he gives her half a crown-o
Go find your lodgings in the town
For here there is no room-o

With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie

But she's moved nearer to the gates
And louder she does call-o
Room, room, you gentlemen,
We must have lodgings all-o

With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie

O the Quartermaster he comes down
And he gives her eighteen pence-o
Go find your lodgings in the town
For tonight there comes a wench-o

With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie

O she took a whistle from her side
And she blew it loud and shrill-o
You're all very free with your eighteen pence
But you're not for a girl at all-o

With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie

And she took the garters from her knees
The ribbons from her hair-o
She's tied them around the quarter gates
As a token she's been there-o

With me right fol adle edle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle edle eyrie

And when they found that it was her
They tried to have her taken
But she's clapped her spurs to her horse's side
She's galloped home a maiden

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