Our friends and acquaintance we leave on the shore,
And we’ll never be seen in Old England more.
When arm’d, on our horses away we did ride,
All ran to see Beaumont’s Light Horsemen parade;
But all these fine times are with us now all o’er,
For we shall return to Old England no more.
We listed for horsemen, our country to save,
They told us fine stories of Beaumont the brave;
But now he has sold us to add to his store,
And transported from England to come back no more.