The Bonny Light Horseman / Broken-Hearted I Wander
Anonymous
| Versione cantata da Andy Irvine con i Planxty | |
| THE BONNY LIGHT HORSEMAN All you maidens, wives and widows, I would have you pay attention; For my very heart is aching, aching in its inmost core. I'm a maiden that's distracted, broken-hearted I must wander, For my bonny light horseman is slain in the wars. Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I wander. For my bonny light horseman is slain in the wars. Were I wing-ed like an eagle, I would fly unto my darling. To that spot so sad and lonely where my true love he is lain. I would kiss the grass above him for evermore I love him, And I'll curse the wars so cruel that my true love has betrayed. Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I wander. For my bonny light horseman is slain in the wars. Like a dove I will go mourning for the loss of my own darling. And no other man on this wide earth my heart will ever gain. In my grave so cold and cheerless very soon I will be lying. But my love and I in Heaven above will surely meet again. Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I wander. For my bonny light horseman is slain in the wars. | THE BONNY LIGHT HORSEMAN Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe Since my bonny light horseman to the wars he did go Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain When Boney commanded his armies to stand And proud lift his banners all gayly and grand He levelled his cannons right over the plain And my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe Since my bonny light horseman to the wars he did go Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain And if I was some small bird and had wings and could fly I would fly over the salt sea where my true love does lie Three years and six months now, since he left this bright shore Oh, my bonny light horseman will I never see you more? Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe Since my bonny light horseman to the wars he did go Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain And the dove she laments for her mate as she flies "Oh, where, tell me where is my true love?" she sighs "And where in this wide world is there one to compare With my bonny light horseman who was killed in the war?" Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe Since my bonny light horseman to the wars he did go Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain |
