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X:21
T:Manchester Angel, The
R:Folk Song
M:6/8
O:England
A:Lancashire
L:1/8
B:Folk Songs Of Lancashire
N:Mike Harding
K:Cm
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The Manchester Angel

It's coming down to Manchester to gain my liberty,
I met the prettiest doxy that ever my eyes did see,
I met the prettiest doxy that ever my eye did see,
At the Angel Inn in Manchester, there lives the girl for me.

'Twas early the next morning just at the break of day
I went to my love's bedside, my morning vows to pay
I huddled her, I cuddled her I bade her to lie warm,
"Ah," she said "my jolly soldier do you mean to me some harm?"

"Oh to mean you any harm my love is a thing that I would scorn,
If I stopped along with you all night, I'd marry you in the morn,
Before my lawful officer my vows I will fulfil."
She said "My jolly soldier you may lie as long as you will".

Our rout came on the Thursday, on the Monday we marched away
The drums and fifes and bugles, so sweetly they did play,
Oh some hearts they were merry, but mine was full of woe,
She says "May I go along with you?" "Oh no, my love, oh no!"

"Coat waistcoat and breeches love I freely will put on,
And pass love for your comrade as we do march along,
Before all of your officers, my duty I will do
Oh let me go along with you," and still he answered "No".

"If you should stand on sentry-go on a cold and bitter day,
Your colours they would go love, your beauty would decay
If I saw you handle a musket love, it would fill my heart with woe
So stay at home dear Nancy love," but still she answered "No".

"I'll go down to your officer and buy you your discharge,
Ten guineas I'll surrender to have you set at large
And if that will not do, love, along with you I'll go
So will you take me with you now?" and still he answered "No".

"I'll go down to some nunnery and there I'll end my life
I never will be married now, I'll be no young man's wife
But constant and true hearted love, forever I'll remain
And I never will be married 'till my soldier comes again."