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