Tis true, my love's enlisted and he wears a white cockade. He is a handsome young lad likewise a roving blade. He is a handsome young lad, just right to serve a king. Oh my very (oh my very) heart is breaking all for the loss of him.
As I roved out one morning, as I wandered over yon moss I had no thoughts of 'listing till a soldier did me cross. He kindly did invite me to take a flowing bowl. He advanced (he advanced) me the money two guineas and a crown.
My love is tall and handsome and comely for to see But by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he. May the man that first enlisted him not prosper night and day! How I wish that (how I wish that) he may perish all in the foaming spray!
And may he never prosper and may he never thrive On that he puts his hands to as long as he's alive! May the very ground he treads upon the grass refuse to bloom Since he has been my (since he has been my) cause of my sorrow, grief and gloom!
She's then pulled out her handkerchief to wipe her flowing tears. Wipe up, wipe up them mournful tears, likewise them mournful sighs! And be you of good courage till I return again! You and I love (you and I love) will be married when I return again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
