I note that there is a version of this song in the DT as recorded by Dick Gaughan. I also believe other people have recorded this song in the same way. i cannot remember my source excepting that it was sung when i got it in Geordie (North East) dialect. The late Mike Donohue used to make a great job of this song.

What's the matter with you me lass,
And where's your dashing Jimmy,
The soldier lads have picked him up
And sent him far far from me.
Last pay day he come into town,
And them red coated fellows,
Enticed him in and med him drunk,
And he'd be better gone to the gallows.

The very sight o' his cockade,
It sets us all a crying,
And me aa nearly fainted twice,
Aa thowt that aa was dying,
Me faather would have paid the smart,
And he'd run for the golden guinea,
But the sergeant swore he'd kissed the book,
So noo they've got young Jimmy.

When Jimmy talks aboot the wars,
Its worse than death to hear him,
And aa must run and hide me face,
Because aa cannot bear him,
A grenadier or a brigadeer,
He says they're sure to make him,
And ayee he jibes and cracks his jokes,
And bids me not forsake him,

As aa walk ower the stubble field,
Below it runs the seam,
Aa thowt o' Jimmy hewing there,
But it was just a dream,
Her hewed the very coals we burn,
And when the fire aa's leeting,
Te think the lumps was in his hands,
It sets me heart a beating.

For 3 lang years he's followed me,
Noo aa must live without him,
There's nothing noo that aa can do,
But weep and think about him,
So break me heart and then it's ower,
So break me heart me dearie,
And aa'll lie doon in the cold green groond,
For of single life aa'm weary.
^^