how goes it soldier, i'm too young to muster though i know brown bonnet who sweats like a soldier when her boots come riding on those nights that seem like the devil is riding my halo for sabers over his shoulder and he brings to me the rope and saw one put to hang in, put one to save in and how goes it sailor, i'm unwell for sailing though i know the captain's bride cause she comes to me and she's handsome and wild as a hawk and how goes it sister i do hate be botherin' though i know you hate the fiends they come to you and they're bearin' friendship no lies could more have been you come to me and you're handsome, you're wild as a hawk