Bold Soldier
(专辑: Folksingers 'Round Harvard Square - 1959)
Soldier, oh soldier, A-coming from the
plain He courted a
lady for honor and for fame Her beauty shone so bright That it never could be told She always loved the
soldier Because he was so bold. Fa la la la, fa la la la Fa la la la, fa la la la Soldier, oh soldier, It's I
would be your bride, But I
fear of my father Some danger might betide. Then he pulled out sword and pistol And hung them by his side Swore he would be married, No matter what betide. Fa la la la, fa la la la Fa la la la, fa la la la Then he took her to the
parson, And, of course, home again There they met her father And seven armed men. Let us fly, said the
lady, I
fear we shall be slain Take my hand, said the
soldier, And never fear again. Fa la la la, fa la la la Fa la la la, fa la la la Then he pulled out sword and pistol, And caused them to rattle, The
lady held the
horse While the
soldier fought in battle. Hold your hand, said the
old man, Do not be so bold. You shall have my daughter And a
thousand pounds of gold. Fa la la la, fa la la la Fa la la la, fa la la la Fight on! said the
lady, The
portion is too small! Hold your hand, said the
old man, And you shall have it all. Then he took them right straight home And he called them son and dear Not because he loved them, But only through fear. Fa la la la, fa la la la Fa la la la, fa la la la