You'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutlass wound 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