| Come all ye lads of high reknown
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| That will hear of a fair young maiden
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| For she went oot of a summers day
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| To view the soldiers parading
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| And they marched so bold and they looked so gay
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| Their colours a flying and the band did play
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| It caused young Mary for to say:
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| «I'll wed you me gallant soldier»
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| Ah, Mary viewed the soldiers there
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| 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 me treasure
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| But oh how cruel me parents must be
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| To banish me darling so far from me
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| I’ll leave them all and I’ll go with thee
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| Me bold 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 you’re in a foreign land
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| Believe me you’ll rue it surely
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| Perhaps in battle I might fall
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| From a shot from an angry cannon ball
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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 50 guineas in bright gold
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| Likewise a heart that’s bolder
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| But I’ll leave them all
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| And I’ll go with you
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| Me bold undaunting soldier
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| So don’t say no-one let me go
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| And I will face the daring foe
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| We’ll march together to and fro
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| And I’ll wed you me gallant soldier.»
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| And when he saw her loyalty
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| And Mary’s so true hearted
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| He said: «Me 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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| I’m hopes that God will stand a friend
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| To Mary and her gallant soldier» |