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The Trooper and the Maid
2 He pulled off his shoe-boot clothes As he rose from the table,
He pulled off his shoe-boot clothes And into the arms of the lady. Yes, the lady, the lady, He pulled off his shoe-boot clothes And into the arms of the lady.
3 The trumpet now is sounding, And I must go and leave you.
O soldier, my dear, don't you leave me here,
For if you do I'm ruined for ever.
Yes, for ever, for ever,
O soldier, my dear, don't you leave me here,
For if you do I'm ruined for ever.
4 O when will you come back, my love, Or when will we get married ? When conk-shells turn to silver bells, O then, my love, we'll marry.
Yes, we'll marry, we'll marry,
When conk-shells turn to silver bells,
O then, my love, we'll marry. |
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