My Love's gone a-fighting

My Love's gone a-fighting

Where war-trumpets call,

The wrongs of men righting

With carbine and ball,

And sabre for smiting,

And charger, and all!

Of whom does he think there

Where war-trumpets call?

To whom does he drink there,

With carbine and ball

On battle's red brink there,

And charger, and all?

He hears her voice a-humming

Where war-trumpets call,

"I wait, Love, thy coming

With carbine and ball,

And bandsmen a-drumming

Thee, charger and all!"