The Light Horse
I'd have you shun night-rambling likewise bad company.
I lived as happy as a prince while I lived in the North
And the first of my misfortunes was to list in the Light Horse.
It being on a certain Tuesday, to Galway I did go.
I met with a light officer which proved my overthrow:
I met with Sergeant Acheson in the market as I went down
Says he, “Young man, would you enlist and be a light dragoon?”
“Oh no, kind sir, a soldier's coat with me would not agree,
And neither would I bind myself out from my liberty.
I lived as happy as a prince, my mind does tell me so,
I'm straight away bound to Armagh town, my shuttle for to throw.”
“Oh, are you in a hurry? And are you going away?
Oh, won't you stop and listen to these words I'm going to say?
Do you live far off this place? The same I'd like to know
Your name, kind sir, if you'd be pleased, tell me before you go.”
“Oh, I am in a hurry, my dwelling is far off,
My house and habitation six miles below Armagh.
Charles Higgins is my name, and from Armagh town I came.
I ne'er intend to do a deed or yet deny my name.”
Says he, “Now, my friend Charley, perhaps you could do worse
Than to come away along with me and join in the Light Horse.”
Well, with all his kind persuasion with him I did agree
And I bid farewell to Armagh, boys, likewise to liberty.
So it's farewell, honoured father, and likewise mother too,
Farewell, loving sisters, sure I have no-one but you.
As I'm going down through Carlow town you all run in my mind,
And it is farewell to Armagh and the girl I left behind.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2018/1/3 - 11:05
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