The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better
dry your eyes,
An' you'd best go look for a new love.
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
What did you see o' my true love?"
"I seed him serve the Queen in a suit o' rifle-
green,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Did you see no more o' my true love?"