The Recruited Collier

«What's the matter with you, me lass, and where’s your dashing Jimmy?»
«Them soldier boys have picked him up and taken him far from me
Last payday, he went into town and them red-coated fellows
Enticed him in and made him drunk, and he’d better gone to the gallows
The very sight of his cockade, it sets us all a-cryin'
And me I nearly fainted twice--I thought that I was dyin'
Me father said he’d pay the smart and he’d run for the Golden Guinea
But the sergeant swore he kissed the book, so now they’ve got young Jimmy
When Jimmy talks about the wars, it’s worse than death to hear him
I must go out to hide me tears, because I cannot bear him
A Brigadier or a Grenadier he says they’re sure to make him
So now he jibes and cracks his jokes and bids me not forsake him
As I walked o’er yon stubbled field--below where runs the seam
I think on Jimmy hewing there, but it was all a dream
He hewed the very coils we burn, so when this fire I’m lighten'
To think the lumps was in his hands--it sets me heart a-beating
So break me heart and then it’s o’er, oh break me heart, me dearie
As I lie in this cold, cold bed, of the single life I’m weary."