Malcom, you are awesome. I grabbed the following lyrics from the Uni of Toronto. Is this the full version you described? If this is the case I will need to perform some minor tweaking of Skinner's tune to accomodate the repeat of the lyrics at the end of each verse. Regards, John
A weary lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine!
To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,
And press the rue for wine!
A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien,
A feather of the blue,
A doublet of the Lincoln green,--
No more of me you knew
My love!
No more of me you knew.
This morn is merry June, I trow,
The rose is budding fain;
But she shall bloom in winter snow,
Ere we two meet again."
He turn'd his charger as he spake,
Upon the river shore,
He gave his bridle-reins a shake,
Said, "Adieu for evermore,
My love!
And adieu for evermore.