You'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutless wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love
And you will be my ain true love

And as you walk through death's dark veil
The cannon's thunder can't prevail
And those who hunt thee down will fail
And you will be my ain true love
And you will be my ain true love

Asleep inside the cannon's mouth
The captain cries, "Here comes the rout,"
They'll seek to find me north and south
I've gone to find my ain true love

The field is cut and bleeds to red
The cannon balls fly round my head
The infirmary man may count me dead
When I've gone to find my ain true love
I've gone to find my ain true love