In coming down to Manchester to gain my liberty I met one of the prettiest girls that ever my eyes did see. I met one of the prettiest girls that ever my eyes did see, At the Angel Inn in Manchester there lives the girl for me.
Early next morning, before the break of day, I went unto my love's bedside, my morning vows to pay. I hugged her and I cuddled her, I bade her to lie warm; She said: “My jolly soldier, do you mean me any harm?”
“To mean you any harm, my love, is a thing that I do scorn. If you let me lie all night with you, I'll marry you in the morn. Before my lawful officer, my vows I will fulfil.” She said, “My jolly soldier, you may lie as long as you will.”
On Thursday our rout came, on Monday marched away. The drums and the bugles so sweetly they did play. Some hearts they were merry, but mine was filled with woe. “Will you let me go along with you?”— “Oh no, my love, oh no.”
“If I saw you stand on sentry, on a cold and a bitter day, Your colours they would go, my love, and your beauty would decay. Your colours they would go, my love, your beauties would decay, So stay at home, dear Nancy.” But still she answered, “No!”
“I will go down to your officer, and fall down on my knees, Ten guineas I will surrender to buy my love's discharge. And if that will not do, my love, I'll go along with you. Will you let me go along with you?”— “Oh no, my love, oh no.”
“I will go down in some nunnery and there I'll end my life. I'll never will get married, nor yet become a wife. I'll always be true-hearted, I'll never love again, I never will get married till my soldier comes again!”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
