The Bonny Light Horseman / Broken-Hearted I Wander

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Versione interpretata da Jacquey Gabriel

THE BONNY LIGHT HORSEMAN / BROKEN-HEARTED I WANDER Well now Bonaparte, he has commanded his troops for to stand And he levelled up his cannon all over the land; Yes he levelled his cannon, the whole victory to gain, And he slew my light horseman returning from Spain. Broken-hearted I wander all for my true lover, He's a bonny light horseman, in the war has been slain You should see my light horseman on a cold winter's day, With his red and rosy cheeks and his curly black hair. He's mounted on horseback, the whole victory to gain, And he's over the battlefield for honour and fame. Broken-hearted I wander all for my true lover, He's a bonny light horseman, in the war has been slain All ye wives', sweethearts' and widows' attention I pray, For me heart it is broken and it's fading away. I'm a maid so distracted, broken-hearted I wander For my bonny light horseman in the war has been slain. Broken-hearted I wander all for my true lover, He's a bonny light horseman, in the war has been slain Now if I had have had the wings of an eagle I'd fly To my bonny light horseman and there I'd lie by, And with me little fluttering wings I would build up me nest. Oh my bonny light horseman you're the boy I love best.

THE BONNY LIGHT HORSEMAN All you maidens, wives and widows, I would have you pay attention; For my very heart is aching, aching in its inmost core. I'm a maiden that's distracted, broken-hearted I must wander, For my bonny light horseman is slain in the wars. Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I wander. For my bonny light horseman is slain in the wars. Were I wing-ed like an eagle, I would fly unto my darling. To that spot so sad and lonely where my true love he is lain. I would kiss the grass above him for evermore I love him, And I'll curse the wars so cruel that my true love has betrayed. Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I wander. For my bonny light horseman is slain in the wars. Like a dove I will go mourning for the loss of my own darling. And no other man on this wide earth my heart will ever gain. In my grave so cold and cheerless very soon I will be lying. But my love and I in Heaven above will surely meet again. Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I wander. For my bonny light horseman is slain in the wars.