Away with the buff and the blue And away with the cap and feather I want to see my la** who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my la** who lives in Hexhamshire Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my la** who lives in Hexhamshire If only I could be lying there aside her While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my la** who lives in Hexhamshire Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my la** who lives in Hexhamshire Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my la** who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather I want to see my la** who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the buff and the blue Away with the cap and feather I want to see my la** who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my la** who lives in Hexhamshire