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The Lancashire Lads

It was last Monday morning,         
As I have heard them say,         
Our orders came from Manches ter,         
We were to march away,        
Leaving many a pretty fair maid         
To cry "What shall I do?         
For the Lancashire Lads have gone a broad
Whatever shall I do?"

Said the mother to her daughter
"What makes you talk so strange,
To want to marry a Lancashire Lad,
The whole wide world to range?
Soldiers they are but rambling lads
And get but little pay,
Can they maintain a wife and child
On eighteen pence a day?"

Said the mother to her daughter
"I'll have you close confined,
You'll never marry a Lancashire Lad,
Hell be no son of mine."
"Should you confine me seven long years
And afterwards set me free,
I'd go and look for my Lancashire Lad
When I gained my liberty.

"Were you to see them marching
As they muster up for parade,
With the fife and drum before them,
So merrily they do play,
With their scarlet coats and three cocked hats
They look so fine and gay,
And my curses on those cruel wars
That have taken my love away.

"For my love he's dressed in scarlet
And jackets of the blue,
And every town that he goes through
To his sweethart he'll prove true".
"Aye we'll have sweethearts enough me lads
And girls that'll please our minds
But we'll never forget sweet Manchester,
And the girls that we've left behind."