I courted a man from the Lancs Fusiliers
He gave me his heart and so I loved him dear
For he took me a-courting and he taught me to dance
Then he marched with the infantry over to France

He told me to wait he'd be back in a year
Now seventeen months I have wished he were here
And I'll wait no longer, I'll take what I can
So I'm learning to love with another young man

Learning to love
Learning to love
Tired of the waiting
I'm learning to love

So I courted a man from the Royal Horse Blues
He soon had to leave and I said I'd be [bad word] 
Now he's gone for his duty not seven weeks yet
So I've found a new young man to help me forget

I courted a man from the Kent Volunteer
Now he's gone a-marching, and I wish he were here
What can I do while my love is away?
But court with a soldier from the Royal Scots Grey

One day [bad word] back and then I'll be [bad word] 
For I've learnt how to love and I've learnt how to choose
To every young woman who waits at the shore
Love while you're waiting; you'll learn so much more