Love farewell


Verse 1

John and Mary making posies,
Down by the banks of sweet primroses:
Now I hear the Colonel crying -
"March, my lads, with colours flying," -
Love farewell!

Verse 2

"Now my lads, we're all for the travel,
Some for France and some for Holland;
Every man with his hair well powdered,
Every man with his firelock shouldered" -
Love farewell!

Verse 3

"Soldier, dear, oh dear don't wrong me!
Do not take my daughter from me;
For if thou dost I will lament thee,
And after death my ghost shall haunt thee, -
Love farewell!"