Twas on a summer's mornin' as
I rode o 'er the moss
I had no thoughts of enlistin'
till some soldiers did me cross
They kindly did invite me to a
flow 'n bowl of grog
And they advanced me,
they advanced me
Oh, they advanced me, some man he
took in his undercrown
Oh yes, me loves enlist,
and he wears a white cockade
He is a handsome young
man, a
Russian roving blade.
He is a handsome young man and he's
gone to serve his king.
But, oh, my very, oh, my very, oh,
my very heart is breaking all for the love of him.
Oh, yes, me love is handsome
and comely for to say.
But by a sudden misfortune,
the soldier now is he.
And the very man that enlisted him
and took him away from me.
how I wish that, how I wish that,
oh how I wish that the
Hollanders would sink him
in the sea.
Oh may he never prosper, oh may he never thrive,
and everything he turns his hand as long as he's
alive, and the very ground he treads upon the grass refused to grow,
cause he's been,
cause he's been, cause he's been the very cause of me sorrow,
grief and woe.
Then he took out his handkerchief
and wiped her floor, and
I,
leave off your lamentations, likewise your mournful cries,
leave off your lamentations,
while I am o 'er the plains,
and we'll be married,
we'll be married, we'll be married
in
Newcastle when I return
again.
Oh, yes, me loves in
Leicester, and I for him will rove,
And carve his name on every tree
that grows in yonder grove
And the huntsmen he will holler and
the hounds will loudly cry
To remind me, to remind me,
to remind me
Of me plough boy until the day I die