Mary and the Soldier (Trad)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Come all you lads of high renown\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that will hear of a fair young maiden
And she roved out on a summer’s day\u00a0 for to view the soldier’s parading
They march so bold and they look so gay
The colours fine and the bands did play
And it caused young Mary for to say
“I’ll wed you me gallant soldier”
She viewed the soldiers on parade\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and as they stood at their leisure
And Mary to herself did say. At last I find my treasure\u201d\u00a0
But oh how cruel my parents must be
To banish my true love away from me
Well I’ll leave th\u0435m all and I’ll go with thee
\u201ci’ll wed you my Gallant soldier”
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Chorus<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n They march so bold and they look so gay Oh Mary d\u0435ar, your parents’ love <\/p>\n\n\n\n I pray don’t be unruly Chorus likewise a hearth that’s burning Chorus<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n And when he saw her loyalty\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n and Mary so true-hearted <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mary and the Soldier (Trad) Come all you lads of high renown\u00a0 that will hear of a fair young maidenAnd she roved out on a summer’s day\u00a0 for to view the soldier’s paradingThey march so bold and they look so gayThe colours fine and the bands did playAnd it caused young Mary for to say“I’ll … <\/p>\n
The colours fine and the bands did play
And it caused young Mary for to say
“I’ll wed you me gallant soldier”
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For when you’re in a foreign land,\u00a0believe you rue it surely
Perhaps in battle I might fall
From a shot from an angry cannonball
And you’re so far from your daddy’s hall
Be advised by a gallant soldier”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh I have fifty guineas in right gold <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I’d leave them all and I’d go\u00a0with you me bold undaunted soldier
So don’t say no but let me go
And I will face the daring foe
And we’ll march together to and fro
And I’ll wed you, my gallant soldier”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He said: “Me darling, married we’ll be and nothing but death will part us
And when we’re in a foreign land
I’ll guard you, darling, with my right hand
And hopes that God might stand a friend
With Mary and her gallant soldier”<\/p>\n\n\n\n