Soldier Boy
My true love is a soldier boy
With a backpack and a gun
And a finer soldier was there none
To march to fife and drum
Four months ago he marched away
Till glory he has won
And i fear that I shall know disgrace
Before he marches home
My mother sees, my sisters guess
My belly starts to grow
And though i try to hide the truth
My Father soon must know
He could be cruel, he could be kind
He may demand a name
He might require that I should leave
Abandon me to shame
I know there is no truer man
My love will come again
I know that he would marry me
And give you his own name
But what till then, my growing babe
What becomes of you
And your poor mother, what of her
What are we both to do
We heard the battles go right well
The war is near its end
And soon his feet will start for home
On that you can depend
We'll rest here, quiet, and wait for him
My love will surely come
And we shall know him, you and I
When all his fighting's done
Your father is a soldier boy
With a backpack and a gun
And a finer man there never was
To march to fife and drum
He marches now to claim my hand
To claim you as his own
And he shall find us resting here
Beneath the cold grey stone
Writer/s: Northern Shore
