| Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you’re the cause of my woe
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| Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he did go
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| Broken-hearted I’ll wander, broken-hearted I’ll remain
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| Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he was slain
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| And if I was some small bird and if I had wings to fly
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| I would fly over the ocean where my own true love does lie
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| I would fly over the ocean and alight upon the plain
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| Where my bonny light horseman in the war, he was slain
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| Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you’re the cause of my woe
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| Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he did go
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| Broken-hearted I’ll wander, broken-hearted I’ll remain
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| Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he was slain
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| And the white dove laments for her mate as she flies
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| «Tell me where in this wide world is my own true love,» she cries
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| «And where in this wide world is there one who can compare
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| With my bonny light horseman who was slain in the war?»
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| Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you’re the cause of my woe
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| Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he did go
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| Broken-hearted I’ll wander, broken-hearted I’ll remain
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| Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he was slain
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| Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you’re the cause of my woe
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| Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he did go
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| Broken-hearted I’ll wander, broken-hearted I’ll remain
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| Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he was slain |