One day as I was walking all o'er yon fields of moss I had not thoughts of enlisting, 'till some soldiers did me cross They kindly did invite me to a flowing ball and down They advanced, they advanced me some money A shilling from the crown My true love, he is handsome and he wears a white co*kade He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade He is a handsome young man, he's gone to serve the King Oh, my very, oh, my very Heart is aching all for the love of him My true love, he is handsome and comely for to see And by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he I wish the man that's listed him might prosper night nor day And I wish that, and I wish that The hollanders might sink him in the sea Then he took out of his hankerchief to wipe my flowing eye Leave off your lamentation, likewise your mournful sighs Leave off you grief and sorrow, until I march o'er yon plain We'll be married, we'll be married In the springtime, when I return again My true love, he is listed and it's all for him I'll rove I'll write his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove My poor heart it does hallow, how my poor heart it does cry Of my ploughboy, until the day I die