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You'll walk unscathed through musket fire, |
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No ploughman's blade will cut thee down, |
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No cutler's horn will mark thy face |
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And you will be my ain true love, |
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And you will be my ain true love |
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And as you walk through death's dark veil, |
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The cannon's thunder can't prevail, |
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And those who hunt thee down will fail, |
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And you will be my ain true love. |
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Asleep inside the cannon's mouth, |
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The captain cries, "Here comes the rout," |
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They'll seek to find me north and south, |
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I've gone to find my ain true love. |
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The field is cut and bleeds to red. |
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The cannon balls fly round my head, |
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The infirmary man may count me dead, |
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When I've gone to find my ain true love, |