Andy Irvine, Paul Brady - The Jolly Soldier lyrics
[Andy Irvine, Paul Brady - The Jolly Soldier lyrics]
Oh it's of a jolly soldier
That lately came from war
He loved a fair young damsel
A damsel so fair
And her fortune was so great that
It could scarcely be told
And she loved her jolly soldier boy
Because he was so bold
Oh then cried the lady "I
Fain would be your wife
But me father he is cruel and
He'd surely take me life"
He drew out his sword and pistol and
He hung them by his side
And he swore that he would marry her
And let what would be tide
So they went and they were married
And as they were coming home
They met with her old father
And seven armed men "Let us flee"
Cried the lady "For we'll
Surely will be slain"
"Fear nothing my dear charmer"
The soldier cried again
Then up came the old man and unto her did say
"It's for your disobedience to
Me this very day for as you had been so mean
As to be a soldier's wife
Down in this lonesome valley I
Will surely take your life"
"Oh, no"
Cried the soldier "I do not like your prattle
For although I am a bridegroom I
Am well prepared for battle"
He drew out his sword and pistol and
He caused them for to roar
And the lady held the bridle
While the soldier battled sore
Well the first one he came to
He run through a vein
And the second one he came to
He served him just the same "Let us flee"
Cried the others "For we
Surely will be slain"
"Fight on, my dear charmer"
The lady cried again
"Stay your hand"
Cried the old man "You make my blood run cold
And you shall have me daughter and
Five thousand pounds in gold" "Fight on"
Cried the lady "For his offer is too small"
"Stay your hand"
Cried the old man "And you shall have it all"
So he's taken them both home and
He's made them both his heirs
And it wasn't out of love but
It was from dread and fear
For there never was a soldier
Ever carried a gun
Who would ever flinch or budge an inch
Till the battle he has won
So don't despise a soldier
Just because he's poor
He's as happy on the battlefield
As at the barrack door
For they are the lads to
Be jovial brisk and free
And they'll fight for the pretty girls
For right and liberty
That lately came from war
He loved a fair young damsel
A damsel so fair
And her fortune was so great that
It could scarcely be told
And she loved her jolly soldier boy
Because he was so bold
Oh then cried the lady "I
Fain would be your wife
But me father he is cruel and
He'd surely take me life"
He drew out his sword and pistol and
He hung them by his side
And he swore that he would marry her
And let what would be tide
So they went and they were married
And as they were coming home
They met with her old father
And seven armed men "Let us flee"
Cried the lady "For we'll
Surely will be slain"
"Fear nothing my dear charmer"
The soldier cried again
Then up came the old man and unto her did say
"It's for your disobedience to
Me this very day for as you had been so mean
As to be a soldier's wife
Down in this lonesome valley I
Will surely take your life"
"Oh, no"
Cried the soldier "I do not like your prattle
For although I am a bridegroom I
Am well prepared for battle"
He drew out his sword and pistol and
He caused them for to roar
And the lady held the bridle
While the soldier battled sore
Well the first one he came to
He run through a vein
And the second one he came to
He served him just the same "Let us flee"
Cried the others "For we
Surely will be slain"
"Fight on, my dear charmer"
The lady cried again
"Stay your hand"
Cried the old man "You make my blood run cold
And you shall have me daughter and
Five thousand pounds in gold" "Fight on"
Cried the lady "For his offer is too small"
"Stay your hand"
Cried the old man "And you shall have it all"
So he's taken them both home and
He's made them both his heirs
And it wasn't out of love but
It was from dread and fear
For there never was a soldier
Ever carried a gun
Who would ever flinch or budge an inch
Till the battle he has won
So don't despise a soldier
Just because he's poor
He's as happy on the battlefield
As at the barrack door
For they are the lads to
Be jovial brisk and free
And they'll fight for the pretty girls
For right and liberty