The light dragoon came o'er the moor
In riding he was weary
He came up to a fair maid's door
And he callèd for his dearie
Dearie, dearie
He came up to a fair maid's door
And he callèd for his dearie
How the maid come down all in the night
The moon was shining clearly
She oped the door and let him in
For she loved her love right dearly
Dearly, dearly
She oped the door and let him in
For she loved her love right dearly
She took his horse by the bridle rein
Led him to the stables
She says, "There's corn and hay for him
He can eat while he is able."
Able, able
She says, there's corn and hay for him
He can eat while he is able
She says, "There's cake and there's wine for you
There's corn and hay for horses
Bread and ale for the king's soldier
Aye, and there's pretty la**es."
La**es, la**es
Bread and ale for the king's soldier
Aye, and there's pretty la**es
She ran upstairs for to make her bed
She made it warm and easy
Down the stairs she quietly called
"O, my dear dragoon, I am ready."
Ready, ready
Down the stairs she quietly called
O, my dear dragoon, I am ready
They spent the night till the break of dawn
Saw the moon full grieving
"Hark, I hear the trumpet's sound
Sweet maid, I must be leaving."
Leaving, leaving
Hark, I hear the trumpet's sound
Sweet maid, I must be leaving
"When will we, love, meet again?
When will we be married?"
"When co*kle shells turn silver bells
That's when you and I will be married."
Married, married
When co*kle shells turn silver bells
That's when you and I will be married
"What have I for a Saturday night?
What have I for Sunday?
What have I for all the week
And what have I for a Monday?"
Monday, Monday
What have I for all the week
And what have I for a Monday?
"Here's half a crown for a Saturday night
Sheep's head and lungs for Sunday
Bread and cheese for all the week
But the devil of it for a Monday."
Monday, Monday
Bread and cheese for all the week
But the devil of it for a Monday