The Bonny Light Horseman / Broken-Hearted I Wander
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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 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 |