In going for a soldier, Jenny, Going o'er the rolling sea, They've given me a golden guinea, That they say has listed me. And I'm off to fight for the army As a Lancashire fusilier Holding me musket in me arms Instead of me Jenny dear
'Tis no use to fall a crying, Give your senseless weeping o'er, Many a day you have heard me sighing You should have been kind before. And I'm off to fight for the army As a Lancashire fusilier Holding me musket in me arms Instead of me Jenny dear
'Tis very fine and pretty, Jenny, Now to wish that I should stay, But, indeed, I'm thinking, Jenny, We'll not meet this many a day. And I'm off to fight for the army As a Lancashire fusilier Holding me musket in me arms Instead of me Jenny dear
What if heart and spirit sinking ? What if I should come to shame? Be it as it may, I'm thinking, You alone will be to blame. And I'm off to fight for the army As a Lancashire fusilier Holding me musket in me arms Instead of me Jenny dear
Long and dearly I have loved you, As you must full well have known, If I had not faithless proved you, I had never reckless grown: And I'm off to fight for the army As a Lancashire fusilier Holding me musket in me arms Instead of me Jenny dear
But, fare you well, the hours are flying Time it is that I was gone, trying, When next another heart you are Jenny, look unto your own. And I'm off to fight for the army As a Lancashire fusilier Holding me musket in me arms Instead of me Jenny dear