Well now Bonaparte, he has commanded his troops for to stand
And he levelled up his cannon all over the land;
Yes he levelled his cannon, the whole victory to gain,
And he slew my light horseman returning from Spain.
Broken-hearted I wander all for my true lover,
He's a bonny light horseman, in the war has been slain
You should see my light horseman on a cold winter's day,
With his red and rosy cheeks and his curly black hair.
He's mounted on horseback, the whole victory to gain,
And he's over the battlefield for honour and fame.
Broken-hearted I wander all for my true lover,
He's a bonny light horseman, in the war has been slain
All ye wives', sweethearts' and widows' attention I pray,
For me heart it is broken and it's fading away.
I'm a maid so distracted, broken-hearted I wander
For my bonny light horseman in the war has been slain.
Broken-hearted I wander all for my true lover,
He's a bonny light horseman, in the war has been slain
Now if I had have had the wings of an eagle I'd fly
To my bonny light horseman and there I'd lie by,
And with me little fluttering wings I would build up me nest.
Oh my bonny light horseman you're the boy I love best.
And he levelled up his cannon all over the land;
Yes he levelled his cannon, the whole victory to gain,
And he slew my light horseman returning from Spain.
Broken-hearted I wander all for my true lover,
He's a bonny light horseman, in the war has been slain
You should see my light horseman on a cold winter's day,
With his red and rosy cheeks and his curly black hair.
He's mounted on horseback, the whole victory to gain,
And he's over the battlefield for honour and fame.
Broken-hearted I wander all for my true lover,
He's a bonny light horseman, in the war has been slain
All ye wives', sweethearts' and widows' attention I pray,
For me heart it is broken and it's fading away.
I'm a maid so distracted, broken-hearted I wander
For my bonny light horseman in the war has been slain.
Broken-hearted I wander all for my true lover,
He's a bonny light horseman, in the war has been slain
Now if I had have had the wings of an eagle I'd fly
To my bonny light horseman and there I'd lie by,
And with me little fluttering wings I would build up me nest.
Oh my bonny light horseman you're the boy I love best.
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