| When I was eighteen years of age
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| Into the army I did engage
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| I left my home with a good intent
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| For to join the forty-second regiment
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| While I was posted on guard one day
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| Some soldiers' children came out to play
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| From the officers' quarters my captain came
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| And he ordered me for to take their names
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| I took one name instead of three
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| On neglect of duty they then charged me
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| I was confined to barracks with loss of pay
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| For doing my duty the opposite way
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| A loaded rifle I did prepare
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| For to shoot my captain in the barracks square
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| It was my captain I meant to kill
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| But I shot my colonel against my will
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| At Liverpool Assizes my trial I stood
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| And I held my courage as best I could
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| Then the old judge said, Now, McCafferty
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| Go prepare your soul for eternity
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| I had no father to take my part
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| No loving mother to break her heart
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| I had one friend and a girl was she
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| Who’d lay down her life for McCafferty
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| So come all you officers take advice from me
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| And go treat your men with some decency
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| For it’s only lies and a tyranny
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| That have made a murderer of McCafferty |