you will be my ain true love

you'll walk unscathed through musket fire

no ploughman's blade will cut thee down

no cutless wound will mark thy face

and you will be my ain true love

and you will be my ain true love

and as you walk through death's dark veil

the cannon's thunder can't prevail

and those who hunt thee down will fail

and you will be my ain true love

and you will be my ain true love. asleep inside the cannon's mouth

the captain cries

here comes the rout