It's true my love's enlisted, and he wears the white cockade He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade He is a handsome young man, most right to serve the King Oh my very, oh my very Oh my very, oh my very Heart is breaking all for the loss of him As I walked out this morning, as I rambled over yon moss I had no thought of 'listing, till a soldier did me cross He straight 'way did invite me to take a flowing bowl He advanced, he advanced He advanced, he advanced Me the money, two guineas and a crown My love is tall and handsome and comely for to see But by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he May the man that first enlisted him not prosper night or day How I wish that, how I wish that How I wish that, how I wish that He might perish all in the foaming spray O may he never prosper and may he never thrive In all he puts his hand upon as long as he's alive May the very ground he treads upon the grass refuse to grow Since he has been my, since he has been my Since he has been my, since he has been my Only cause of my sorrow, grief and woe Then he's taken out his handkerchief to wipe the flowing eye Wipe up, wipe up them flowing tears likewise those mournful sighs And be you of good courage love till I return again You and I love, you and I love You and I love, you and I love Will be married when I return again