You’ll walk unscathed through musket fire No ploughman’s blade will cut you down No cutlass 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