The Recruited Collier |
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. |