in print at York about 1776
It's coming down to Manchester|
To gain my liberty,
I met a pretty young doxy
And she seemed full of glee.
Yes, I met a pretty young doxy,
The prettiest ever I see.
At the Angel Inn in Manchester,
There is the girl for me.
2. Then early next morning,
3. "To mean you any harm, my love,
4. Our rout came on the Thursday,|
On the Monday we marched away.
The drums and fifes and bugles
So sweetily did play.
Some hearts they were merry,
But mine was full of woe.
She says: "May I go along with you ?
" Oh no, my love, oh no."
5. "If you should stand'n sentry go,
6. "I'll go down to your officer,
7. "1'll go down in some nunnery|
And there I'll end my life.
I'll never have no lover now,
Nor yet become a wife.
But constant and true-hearted, love,
For ever I'll remain,
And I never will get married
Till my soldier comes again!'
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