The Summer's Morning

It was one summer's morning, as I went o'er the moss, I had no thought of 'listing, till the soldiers did me cross; They kindly did invite me to a flowing bowl, and down, THEY ADVANCED me some money, - ten guineas and a crown. 2. It's true my love has listed, he wears a white cockade, He is a handsome tall young man, besides a roving blade; He is a handsome young man, and he's gone to serve the king, OH! MY VERY heart is breaking for the loss of him. 3. My love is tall and handsome, and comely for to see, And by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he; I hope the man that listed him may not prosper night nor day, FOR I WISH THAT the Hollanders may sink him in the sea. 4. Oh! may he never prosper, oh! may he never thrive, Nor anything he takes in hand so long as he's alive; May the very grass he treads upon the ground refuse to grow, SINCE HE'S BEEN the only cause of my sorrow, grief, and woe! 5. Then he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her flowing eyes, Leave off those lamentations, likewise those mournful cries; Leave of your grief and sorrow, while I march o'er the plain, WE'LL BE MARRIED when I return again. 6. O now my love has listed, and I for him will rove, I'll write his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove, Where the huntsman he does hollow, and the hounds do sweetly cry, TO REMIND ME of my ploughboy until the day I die.