English poem
THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 17
by Anonymous
O BONNY lass, will you lie in a barrack, And marry a soger, and carry his wallet? Yes I will go, and think no more on it, I'll marry my Harry, and carry his wallet: I'll neither ask leave of my minnie or daddie, But off and away with my soger laddie.
O bonny lass, will you go a campaigning? Will you suffer the hardships of battle and famine? When fainting and bleeding, O could you draw near me, And kindly support me, and tenderly chear me?
O yes, I will go through those evils you mention, And twenty times more, if you had the invention; Neither hunger, nor cold, nor danger alarms me, While I have my soger, my dearest, to charm me.