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.