On rides a captain and 300 soldier lads 
Out of the morning mist and thro' the silent snow 
Whistling gaily rides the captain at their head 
Behind him soldier boys sadly weeping go 
O lads of mine weep no more 
You are gone to kill and die 

For when you took my gold and swore to follow me 
You sold away your lives and your liberty 
No more you'll till the soil, no more you'll work the land 
No more to the dance you'll go and take girls by the hand 

O mother weep for your son 
He is gone to kill and die 

You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword 
You'll all go in the fire there'll be no hiding place 
O mother hear the [bad word] in the village square 
O mother that [bad word] for me to go for a soldier there 

Mothers sisters wives, weep for us 
Marked as Cain we lie alone