| There are two young lovers, they're pledged to each other's hands,
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| They meet by the river, to talk of their marriage plans.
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| "I'm confessing," he said, "I've signed for a soldier,
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| I'm leaving tomorrow for some foreign land."
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| She watches the pretty young soldiers,
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| As they march themselves off to the war.
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| She wonders if she'll ever see him again,
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| Somehow she doubts it, but she has to be sure.
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| So she rode into town on the very next day,
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| And dressed herself up all in man's array.
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| With a sword and a musket she took the King's shilling,
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| And to fight in some foreign war,
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| She said, "Yes!," she'd be willing.
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| All you pretty young soldiers,
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| In those uniforms that you've never worn.
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| The Captain will come to inspect you all now,
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| "Let me down and you'll all wish you'd never been born."
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| The Captain astride of his horse's grey flanks,
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| Pulls the pretty young soldier from out of the ranks.
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| His gaze it is fixed and she's starting to shake,
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| He said, "Follow me soldier and listen to the offer that I'm willing to make."
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| "Come you pretty young soldier,
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| Come and be my right hand.
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| You're having this strange effect on my soul,
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| That I don't quite understand."
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| "Captain, oh Captain, I've a confession to make,
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| I love someone else and my heart it will break."
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| And as she released her brown hair from a band,
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| It tumbled all down her shoulders and into his hands.
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| "Oh you pretty young soldier,
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| Come and take my right hand.
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| You're having this strange effect on my soul,
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| And now I think, I understand." |