As I was a-walking along Radcliffe highway
[bad word] party came a-beating my way
They enlisted me and treated me 'til I did not know
And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go

When first I deserted, I thought myself free
Until my [bad [bad word] informed against me
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me

Court martial, court martial, they held upon me
And the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad [bad word] For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me

When next I deserted, I thought myself free
Until my [bad word] sweetheart informed against me
I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed
I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me

Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got
And the sentence passed upon me that I was to be shot
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad [bad word] For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me

Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage and six
Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin is fixed?
Set him free from his irons and let him go free
For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country"

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