Yea, I'll walk unscathed through musket fire* No ploughman's blade will cut thee down No cutlass wound will mar thy face And you will be my ain true love And you will be my ain true love
And as ye walk through death's dark vale The cannon's thunder can't prevail And those who hunt thee down will fail And you will be my ain true love And you will be my ain true love
Asleep inside the cannon's mouth The captain cries here comes the rout They'll seek to blind me North and South I've gone to find my ain true love
The field is cut and bleeds to red The cannonballs fly round my head The infirmary man may count me dead But I've gone to find my ain true love I've gone to find my ain true love
