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Revolutionary War Era Music!

Barbara Allen Bold Soldier Bonnie Lass Bunker Hill Cruel War

Greensleeves The Girl I Left Behind Me Johnny Soldier The Nightinggale

In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin'
Made every youth cry Well-a-day,
Her name was Barb'ra Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swellin'
Young Willie Grove on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barb'ra Allen.

He sent his servant to her door
To the town where he was dwellin'
Haste ye come, to my master's call,
If your name be be Barb'ra Allen.

So slowly, slowly got she up,
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And all she said when there she came:
"Young man, I think you're dying!"

He turned his face unto the wall
And death was drawing nigh him.
Good bye, Good bye to dear friends all,
Be kind to Bar'bra Allen

When he was dead and laid in grave,
She heard the death bell knelling.
And every note, did seem to say
Oh, cruel Barb'ra Allen

"Oh mother, mother, make my bed
Make it soft and narrow
Sweet William died, for love of me,
And I shall of sorrow."

They buried her in the old churchyard
Sweet William's grave was neigh hers
And from his grave grew a red, red rose
From hers a cruel briar.

They grew and grew up the old church spire
Until they could grow no higher
And there they twined, in a true love knot,
The red, red rose and the briar.

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Soldier, oh soldier,
Acoming from the plain
He courted a lady for honor and for fame
Her beauty shone so bright
That it could never be told
She always loved the soldier
Because he was so bold

Fa la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la, fa la la la

Soldier, oh soldier,
It's I would be your bride,
But I fear of my father
Some danger might betide.
Then he pulled out sword and pistol
And hung them by his side
Swore he would be married,
No matter what betide.

Fa la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la, fa la la la

Then he took her to the parson,
And, of course, home again
There they met her father
And seven armed men.
Let us fly, said the lady,
I fear we shall be slain
Take my hand, said the soldier,
And never fear again.

Fa la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la, fa la la la

Then he pulled out sword and pistol,
And caused them to rattle,
The lady held the horse
While the soldier fought in battle.
Hold your hand, said the old man,
Do not be so bold.
You shall have my daughter
And a thousand pounds of gold.

Fa la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la, fa la la la

Fight on! said the lady,
The portion is too small!
Hold your hand, said the old man,
And you shall have it all.
Then he took them right straight home
And he called them son and dear
Not because he loved them,
But only through fear.

Fa la la la, fa la la la
Fa la la la, fa la la la

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As we marched down to Fenario
As we marched down to Fenario
Our captain feel in love with a lady like a dove
And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-o

Come go along with me, Pretty Peggy-o
Come go along with me, Pretty Peggy-o
In coaches you will ride with your true love by your side
Just as grand as any lady in the areo

What would your mother think, Pretty Peggy-o
What would your mother think, Pretty Peggy-o
What would your mother think for to hear the guineas clink
And the soldiers all a marching before you o

You're the man that I adore, Handsome Willi-o
You're the man that I adore, Handsome Willi-o
You're the man that I adore, but your fortune is too low
I'm afraid my mother would be angry-o

Come a tripping down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o
Come a tripping down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o
Come a tripping down the stair, tie up your yellow hair
Bid a last farewell to handsome Willy-o

If ever I return, Pretty Peggy-o
If ever I return, Pretty Peggy-o
If ever I return, The city I will burn
And destroy all the ladies in the areo

Our captain, he is dead, Pretty Peggy-o
Our captain, he is dead, Pretty Peggy-o
Our captain he is dead, he died for a maid
And he's buried in Louisiana county-o

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Why should vain Mortals tremble at the sight of
Death and Destruction in the field of battle,
Where Blood and Carnage, where Blood and Carnage,
Clothe the Ground in Crimson,
Sounding with Death-Groans?

Death will invade us by the means appointed,
And we must all bow to the King of Terrors;
Nor am I anxious, nor am I anxious,
If I am prepared, what shape he comes in.

Still shall the Banner of the King of Heaven
Never advance where I'm afraid to follow;
While that precedes me, while that precedes me
With an open Bosom, War, I defy thee.

Life, for my Country and the Cause of Freedom,
Is but a Trifle for a Worm to part with;
And if preserved, and if preserved
In so great a Contest, Life is redoubled.

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The cruel war is raging
Johnny has to fight
I want to be with him
From morning till night

I'm counting the minutes
The hours and the days,
Oh Lord, stop the cruel war,
For this, my heart prays.

I made my decision,
I will join up too,
Oh Johnny, dear Johnny,
I'll soon be with you.

We women are fighters,
We can help you win,
Oh Johnny, I'm hoping,
That they'll take me in.

Repeat first verse
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Alas, my love you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
And I have loved you so long
Delighting in your company

Chorus Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.

I have been ready at your hand
to grant whatever you would crave;
I have both wagered life and land
Your love and good will for to have

Chorus
I bought the kerchers to thy head
That were wrought fine and gallantly
I kept thee both at board and bed
Which cost my purse well favouredly.

Chorus
Greensleeves, now farewell! adieu!
God I pray to prosper thee;
For I am still thy lover true
Come once again and love me.

Chorus
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I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill,
And o'er the moorland sedgy
Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill,
Since parting with my Betsey
I seek for one as fair and gay,
But find none to remind me
How sweet the hours I passed away,
With the girl I left behind me.

O ne'er shall I foget the night,
the stars were bright above me
And gently lent their silv'ry light
when first she vowed to love me
But now I'm bound to Brighton camp
kind heaven then pray guide me
And send me safely back again,
to the girl I left behind me

Her golden hair in ringlets fair,
her eyes like diamonds shining
Her slender waist, her heavenly face,
that leaves my heart still pining
Ye gods above oh hear my prayer
to my beauteous fair to find me
And send me safely back again,
to the girl I left behind me

The bee shall honey taste no more,
the dove become a ranger
The falling waters cease to roar,
ere I shall seek to change her
The vows we made to heav'n above
shall ever cheer and bind me
In constancy to her I love,
the girl I left behind me.

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Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Who could blame me cry my fill,
Every tear would turn a mill,
Johnny's gone for a soldier.

Chorus
Oh my baby, oh my love,
Gone the rainbow, gone the dove,
Your father was my only love,

Johnny's gone for a soldier.

Me, oh my, I loved him so,
It broke my heart to see him go,
And only time will heal my woe,
Johnny's gone for a soldier.

Chorus
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One morning, one morning, one morning in May
I spied a young couple all on the highway
And one was a lady so bright and so fair
And the other was a soldier, a brave volunteer

Good morning, good morning, good morning to thee,
Now where are you going my pretty lady?
I'm going to travel to the banks of the sea

To see the waters gliding, hear the nightingales sing.
They hadn't been there but an hour or two
Till out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew
The tune that he played caused the vallies to ring.

O harken, says the lady, how the nightingales sing.
Pretty lady, pretty lady, 'tis time to give o're.
O no, pretty soldier, please play one tune more.
I'd rather hear your fiddle at the touch of one string

Than to see the waters gliding, hear the nightingales sing.
Pretty soldier, pretty soldier, will you marry me?
O no, pretty lady that never can be.
I've a wife back in London and children twice three.
Two wives in the army is too many for me.

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