ca. early 1800's
O what's the matter with you my lass|
And where's your dashing Jimmy?
The soldier boys have picked him up
And sent him far, far from me
Last pay day he set off to town
And them red-coated fellows
Enticed him in and made him drunk
And he'd better gone to the gallows.
2. The very sight of his cockade
3. When Jimmy talks about the wars|
It's worse than death to hear him
I must go out and hide my tears
Because I cannot bear him
A brigadier or grenadier
He says they're sure to make him
And ay he jibes and cracks his jokes
And bids me not forsake him.
4. As I walked o'er the stubble field
5. For three long years he followed me|
Now I must live without him
There's nothing now that I can do
But weep and think about him
So break, my heart, and then it's o'er
So break, my heart, my dreary
And I'll lie in the cold green ground
For of single life I'm weary.
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