| Mary and the Soldier
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| Traditional, arranged by Paul Brady
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| Come all ye lads of high reknown
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| That would hear of a fair young maiden
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| And she rode out of a summer’s day
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| For to view the soldiers parading
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| They marches so bold and they looked so gay
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| The colors flying and the bands did play
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| And it caused young Mary for to say
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| I’ll wed you my gallant soldier
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| She viewed the soldiers on parade
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| And as they stood at their leisure
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| And Mary to herself did say
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| At last I’ve found my treasure
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| But oh how cruel my parents must be
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| To banish my darling so far from me
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| But I’ll leave them all and I’ll go with thee
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| You wild undaunted soldier
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| Oh Mary dear your parents love
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| I pray don’t be unruly
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| For when we’re in a foreign land
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| Believe me you’ll rue it surely
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| And if in battle I might fall
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| By a shot from an angry cannonball
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| And you so far from your daddy’s hall
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| Be advised by your gallant soldier
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| I have fifty guineas in bright gold
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| Likewise a heart that’s bolder
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| And I’ll leave them all and I’ll go with you
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| You wild undaunted soldier
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| So don’t say no but let me go
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| And I will face the daring foe
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| And we’ll march together to and fro
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| And I’ll wed you my gallant soldier
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| And when he saw her loyalty
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| And Mary so true hearted
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| He said then darling married we’ll be
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| And nothing but death will part us
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| And when we’re in a foreign land
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| I’ll guard you darling with my right hand
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| In the hopes that God might stand a friends
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| To Mary and her gallant soldier |