Tom: Bb
Cm Bb F
You'll walk unscathed through musket fire
Cm Bb Cm
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
Cm Bb F
No cutlass wound will mark thy face
Cm Bb Cm
And you will be my ain true love
Cm Bb Cm
And you will be my ain true love
Cm Bb F
And as you walk through death's dark veil
Cm Bb Cm
The cannon's thunder can't prevail
Cm Bb F
And those who hunt thee down will fail
Cm Bb Cm
And you will be my ain true love
Cm Bb Cm
And you will be my ain true love
Cm Bb F
Asleep inside the cannon's mouth
Cm Bb Cm
The captain cries, “here comes the rout,”
Cm Bb F
They'll seek to find me north and south
Cm Bb Cm
I’ve gone to find my ain true love
Cm Bb F
The field is cut and bleeds to red
Cm Bb Cm
The cannon balls fly round my head
Cm Bb F
The infirmary man may count me dead
Cm Bb Cm
When I've gone to find my ain true love
Cm Bb Cm
I've gone to find my ain true love
