Side we both shall stand, Mary and her gallant soldier" In a foreign land, I'll guard you, darling, with my right hand. "Me darling, married we'll be - nothing but death will part us. Together to and fro, I'll wed you, me gallant soldier" Them all and go with you me bold undaunted soldier Have fifty guineas in my coat, likewise a heart that's bolder You're in a foreign land, believe me you'll rue it surelyīattle I should fall from the angry shot of a cannonballįar from your daddy's hall, be advised by a gallant Mary dear, my own true love, I pray you don't be unruly Them all and go with thee me bold undaunted soldier. Herself she did say “At last I’ve found my treasure.”īut oh how cruel my parents must be to send my true love away from me. The soldiers on parade and as they stood at their leisure. Young Mary for to say, "I'll wed you me gallant soldier." Marched so bold and they looked so gay, their banners were flyin' Roved out on a summer's day to view the soldiers parading. You lads of high renown that will hear of a fair young maiden Packed away their wild world of painted wood and metal, We’d all had our fill of the racket and the rattle, Their flash clothes and cars hide a fear for to settle,īecause they’re born in the creaking of a cart. Oh, the Brockie Lads are black with the ways of the Devil, Loved but once, she was the fairest of any, Oh, the Brockie Lads are all they’ve said and done, Oh, the Brockie Lads are bad, but the Brockie Trailers and vans full of candy rides and pleasures, When the Brockie Lads came back with the first days of summer, And the rifted wood roars wild and dreary
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