The Bonnie Lighthorseman

Ye maids, wives, and widows, I pray give attention,
Unto this sad tale I rehearse unto thee,
A maid in distress who will now be a rover,
She relies upon George for the loss of her love.
Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover,
My bonny lighthorseman, in the wars he was slain.

Three years and six months since he left England's shore,
My bonny lighthorseman, will I ne'er see him more?
He's mounted on horseback, so gallant and gay
And among the whole regiment respected was he.
Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover,
My bonny lighthorseman, in the wars he was slain.

When Boney commanded his armies to stand,
He levelled his cannon right over the land,
He levelled his cannons his victory to gain
And he slew my lighthorseman on the way coming hame.
Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover,
My bonny lighthorseman, in the wars he was slain.

The dove she laments for her mate as she flies,
'Oh where, tell me where is my darling?' she cries,
'And where in this world is there one to compare
With my bonny lighthorseman who was slain in the war?'
Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover,
My bonny lighthorseman, in the wars he was slain.