The Lancashire Lads
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Old Blind Dogs
Oh it was last Monday morning, as I have heard them say
Our orders came from Manchester, we were to march away
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Said a mother to her daughter, What makes you talk so strange
To want to be a soldier's wife, the wide world to range
For soldiers they are rambling boys and get but little pay
And how could they maintain a wife on fourteen pence a day?
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Said the mother to the daughter, I'll have you close confined
You'll never marry that Lancashire Lad, he'll be no son of mine
Should you confine me seven long years and after set me free
I'll search the world for my Lancashire Lad when I've gained my liberty
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
My loves clothed in scarlet and turned up with blue
And every town that he goes through, to his sweetheart he'll be true
Now we'll have money enough, my boys, and girls to please our mind
We'll never forget sweet Manchester and the girls we left behind
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do
Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
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