It was on one Monday's Morning, As I crossed over the Moors, I had little thought of listing 'till the Soldiers did me cross.
The company enticed me to drink their health all around.
And the bounty.
And the bounty.
They gave me 5 guineas and a crown.
Now my head was full of drink love and I didn't think of you and now I'm forced to go and join the orange and the blues.
Our ship she waits at anchor to take the flowing tide.
I'll return love.
I'll return love in the spring time when i'll make you my bride.
So early the next morning, before the break of day.
The Captain gave his orders and my love marched away.
All in your ranks and files boys, all on your native shore.
Fare thee well love, fare the well love,
Fare thee well love, Fare thee well love you're the lad that I adore.
But I hope you never prosper and I hope you always fail.
In everything you venture, I hope you ne'er do well.
And the very ground you walk upon, may the grass refuse to grow.
Since you've been the.
Since you've been the.
Since you've been the very cause of my sorrow grief and woe.
Well it's true my love has listed.
And he wears the blue cockade.
He is a handsome young man.
Likewise a roving blade.
He is a handsome young man and he's gone to serve the king.
While my very.
While my very.
Heart is aching all for the love of him.
Writer(s): Tom Gilbert, Steve Knightley, Mark Tucker, Phil Beer
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