I'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutlass wound will mar thy face
And you will be my ain't [bad word] love
And you will be my ain't [bad word] love

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

Asleep inside the cannon's mouth
The captain cries [bad word] the rout
They'll seek to blind me North and South
I've gone to find my ain't [bad word] love

The field is cut and bleeds to red
The cannonballs fly round my head
The infirmary man may count me dead
But I've gone to find my ain't [bad word] love
I've gone to find my ain't [bad word] love