From the singing of June Tabor, and Paul Brady & Andy Irvine :

It fell out about the Martinmanstime
When snow lay on the border -
There came a troop of soldiers here
To take up their winter quarters.

They rode North and they rode South
And they rode it o'er the Border
And there they met with a jimp young lass
O and she was a farmer's daughter.

Cho : to me right fol ladle eedle eye-la daddy-o
To me right fol ladle eedle eye-ree.

They made her swear a solemn oath
With the salt tear in her eyes O
That she would come to the quartergate
Where no one could her espy O.

She's gone to the barbers shop
To the barbers shop right soon O
And made them cut off her long yellow hair
As short as any dragoon O.

She's gone to the tilors shop
And dressed in soldiers' clothing.
Two long pistols down to her waist
A nice little boy was she O.

She's gone to the quartergate
And loud there she did hollo -
There comes a troop of soldiers here
And we must have lodgings all O.

The quartermaster he came down
And gave her half a crown O
'Go find a lodging down in the town
For here there is no room O'.

She's moved nearer the quartergate
And louder yet did hollo
Roh ! Roh ! ye gentlemen,
We must have lodgings here O.

Ther quartermaster he came down
And he gave her eighteen pence O
Go find a lodging in the town
For tonight here comes a wench O.

She's cut the garters from her knee
And the riband that bound her hair O
And tied them to the quartergate
As a token she'd been there O.

She put a whistle to her lips
And blew both loud and shrill O
Ye're all very free with your eighteen pence
But you're none of you men for a maid O.

When they found that it was her
They tried to have her taken
But she put spurs to her horse's flanks
And she galloped home a maid O.

Favourite song of mine.