You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,
No cutler's horn will mark thy face
And you will be my ain [bad word] love,
And you will be my ain [bad word] love

And as you walk through death's dark veil,
The cannon's thunder can't prevail,
And those who hunt thee down will fail,
And you will be my ain [bad word] love,
And you will be my ain [bad word] love.

Asleep inside the cannon's mouth,
The captain cries, [bad word] the rout,"
They'll seek to find me north and south,
I've gone to find my ain [bad word] love.

The field is cut and bleeds to red.
The cannon balls fly round my head,
The infirmary man may count me dead,
When I've gone to find my ain [bad word] love,
I've gone to find my ain [bad word] love...