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When Bonaparte commanded his troops for to stand,
And he planted his cannons all over the land;
He planted his cannons the whole victory to gain,
And they killed my young horseman returning from Spain.

Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover,
He's my bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain

If you saw my love on sentry on a cold winter's day,
With his red rosy cheeks and his flowing brown hair,
All mounted on horseback the whole victory to gain,
And it's on the battlefield great honour to gain.

Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover,
He's my bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain

If I were a blackbird and had wings to fly,
I would fly to the spot where my true love does lie;
And with my little fluttering wings, his wounds I would heal,
And it's all of the night on his breast I'd remain.

Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover,
He's my bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain

Oh! Boney, Oh! Boney, I've done you no harm,
So why, tell me why have you caused this alarm,
We were happy together, my true love and me,
But now you have stretched him in his death over the sea.

Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover,
He's my bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain

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