| One evening, one evening, one evening in May,
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| Twelve young maidens came out for to play.
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| A regiment of soldiers they chanced to pass by.
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| On one of those ladies the drummer cast an eye
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| And it’s oh, kind fortune.
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| Said this little drummer to his own comrades:
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| «One of those ladies my heart she has won
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| One of those ladies my heart she has won
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| And if she denies me I’m surely undone
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| And it’s oh, hard fortune.»
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| So early next morning the drummer he rose.
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| Dressed himself up in his best suit of clothes.
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| With his watch and his fob and his sword in his hand,
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| He went to the lady right down on the strand
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| And it’s oh, kind fortune.
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| Now he took off his hat and he made a low bow:
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| «Miss, I ask pardon for making so free,
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| Dear honourable lady, my heart you have won
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| And if you deny me I’m surely undone
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| And it’ll be my hard fortune.»
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| «Well, you silly little drummer, now what do you mean?
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| My father’s a captain of honour and fame.
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| I am his daughter, a treasure to he,
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| Do you think I’d tie myself down to slavery?
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| That’d be your good fortune.»
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| «Well my soul shall go quickly to heaven or hell,
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| For my innocent blood I shall spill.
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| 'Tis with my broadsword I quickly will strike,
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| I’ll cut through the innocent threads of my life,
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| That’ll be your hard fortune.»
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| «Come back, little drummer, I’m here at your will,
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| 'Tis a pity your innocent blood for to spill.
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| We’ll saddle our horse and to Plymouth we’ll go,
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| It’s there we’ll get married in spite of our foe
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| And it’s oh, kind fortune.
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| And when we are married and all fastened in,
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| What can they say but that we followed the drum?
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| And it’s oh, kind fortune." |