My parents reared me tenderly, I being their only son Little, little did they think I would follow the fife and drum They brought me up in the fear of God, kept me from toil and woe Which makes me sigh and oftimes cry, I wish the war was o'er.
To finish my education, they sent to school a while And by their hard industry kept me in proper style But with some liquor in my head, I sailed for Glasgow Green I listed with John Barber, all for to serve the queen.
After seven long years had passed and gone, I thought on my liberty After seven long years had passed and gone, I thought I would be free But the answer the colonel gave to me, it oftimes makes me sigh That I was bound to serve the Queen, till all the wars were by.
I'll take my second bounty, perhaps will be for life And I'll cross the briny ocean, and the gun will be my wife And I'll fill up a flowing glass, and I'll toss it o'er and o'er Fair maid don't mourn, for I'll return, when the cruel war is o'er.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
