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Bonny Light Horseman
Ye maids, wives, and widows, I pray
give attention,
Unto these few lines, tho' dismal to mention
I'm a maiden distracted, in the desert I'll rove,
To the gods I'll complain for the loss, of my love.
Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I'll
wander,
My bonny light horseman that was slain in the wars.
Had I wings of an eagle so quickly I'd fly,
To the very spot where my true love did die;
On his grave would I flutter my out-stretched wings,
And kiss his cold lips o'er and o'er again.
Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I'll
wander,
My bonny light horseman that was slain in the wars.
Two years and two months since he left England's shore,
My bonny light horseman that I did adore,
O why was I born this sad day to see,
When the drum beat to arms and did force him from me.
Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I'll
wander,
My bonny light horseman that was slain in the wars.
Not a lord, duke, or earl, could my love exceed,
Not a more finer youth for his king e'er did bleed;
When mounted on a horse he so gay did appear,
And by all his regiment respected he were.
Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I'll
wander,
My bonny light horseman that was slain in the wars.
Like the dove that does mourn when it loseth its mate,
Will I for my love till I die for his sake;
No man on this earth my affection shall gain,
A maid live and die for my love that was slain.
Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I'll
wander,
My bonny light horseman that was slain in the wars.
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