Oh, what's the matter with you, my loves, and where's your dashing Jimmy?The soldier boys have picked him up and sent him far, far from me.Last payday he went into town, and them red-coated fellowsenticed 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-crying,and me, I nearly fainted twice, I thought that I was dying.My father would have a pain,and he'd made the smart, and he ran for the Golden Guinea.But the sergeant swore he'd 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 and hide my tears, because I cannot bear,a brigadier or a grenadier, he says they're sure to make him.And I, he jibes and cracks his jokes, and bids me not forsake him.As I walked o'er the stubble field, below it runs the seam,I thought of Jimmy.He went there, but it was all a dream.He hewed the very coals we burn, and when the fire I'm lighting.To think the lumps where in his hands would set my heart a-beating,So break my heart and then it's o'er, O break my heart my dearie.And I lie in the cold green groundFor a single life I'm weary