O bonny lass

"O say, bonny lass, will you lye in a barrack,

And marry a soldier, and carry his wallet,

O say, wou'd you leave baith your mither and daddy,

And follow the camp with your soldier laddy?"

'O yes, bonny lad, I could lye in a barrack,

And marry a soldier, and carry his wallet;

I'd neither ask leave of my mither or daddy,

But follow my dearest, my soldier laddy.'

"But say, bonny lass, when I go into battle,

Where dying men groan, and loud cannons rattle?"

'O then, bonny lad, I will share a' thy harms,

And should'st thou be kill'd, I will die in thy arms.'