The Bonny Light Horseman / Broken-Hearted I Wander
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Versione cantata da Martin Howley | |
THE BONNY LIGHT HORSEMAN / BROKEN-HEARTED I WANDER 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. | THE YOUNG HORSEMAN I once loved a soldier and a soldier bright and gay, So now he has left me and gone far away. To the dark plains of Egypt he was forced for to go To die in the fields or to conquer his foe. Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I will be, Since my lovely young horseman to the war he's gone from me. And it's early each morning as I come down for to dress, I gaze at his picture hung over my head. Such a lovely young fellow so manly and so tall. It was scarcely you would think they would kill him at all. It was brave Napoleon, it was he who took command, And he planted his cannons all over the land. He planted his cannons for some victory to gain, And he slew brave MacDonald coming over from Spain. If I was an eagle and had wings for to fly, I would fly to the plains where my own darling lie. And in his cold grave I would build my own nest, And contented I'd be on his lily-white breast. |