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THE LANCASHIRE LADS



It was last Monday morning,
I heard them call and say,
The orders came this afternoon,
we’re bound to march away.

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For the Lancashire lads have gone abroad,
whatever shall we do?
They’re leaving many a pretty fair maids to cry,
what shall I do?


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Said the mother to the daughter,
what makes you talk so strange.
That you want to marry a soldier lad,
the whole wide world to range.

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For soldiers they are ramblin’ boys,
they have but little pay.
Can they maintain a wife and child
on sixteen pence a day?

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Said the father to the daughter,
I’ll have you close confined.
You’ll never marry a soldier lad.
He’ll be no son of mine.

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If you confine me seven long years
and after set me free,
I’ll go and find my soldier lad
when I gain my liberty.

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My true loved dressed in scarlet
and turned up with the blue
And every place the he goes in
my sweetheart is true.

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For they have sweethearts enough,
me boys, and girls to please their minds,
But I’ll never forget sweet Manchester,
And the girls they left behind.

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