The Bonny Light Horseman / Broken-Hearted I Wander
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| THE BONNY LIGHT HORSEMAN Oh, when Boney commanded all his troops for to stand, He's levelled his cannon all over the land, He's levelled his cannon for the victory to gain, And he slew my light horseman from the wars coming home. Broken-hearted I'll wander for the loss of my lover, He's the bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain. Oh, if I was a small bird and had wings to fly, I'd fly o'er the salt sea where my true love he do lie. And with these fond wings, oh I'd beat on his grave, I'd kiss the fond lips that lie cold in the clay. Broken-hearted I'll wander for the loss of my lover, He's the bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain. Now the dove she laments for her mate as she flies; Where, tell me where is my true love? she cries, And where in this wide world is there one to compare, To my bonny light horseman who was slain in the war? Broken-hearted I'll wander for the loss of my lover, He's the bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain. Oh, when Boney commanded all his troops for to stand, He's levelled his cannon all over the land, He's levelled his cannon for the victory to gain, And he slew my light horseman from the wars coming home. | THE BONNIE LIGHT HORSEMAN Broken-hearted I’ll wander For the loss of my lover He is my bonny light horseman In the wars he was slain When Boney commanded his armies to stand He leveled his cannon right over the land He leveled his cannon his victory to gain And slew my light horseman on the way coming in 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 a small bird and had wings to fly I would fly o’er the salt seas to where my love does lie And with my fond wings I’d beat over his grave And kiss the pale lips that lie cold in the clay Broken-hearted I’ll wander Broken-hearted I’ll remain Since my bonny light horseman In the wars he was slain Well, the dove, she laments for her mate as she flies “Tell me where, tell me where is my true love,” she cries And where in this wide world is there one to compare With my bonny light horseman who was slain in the war |
