But frays in our village are oftentimes bad,
And it must be much worse for a poor country lad,
To fight where he can’t run away,
To fight where he can’t run away.
At last he insisted I’d come to this town,
And get some small knowledge of gaining renown,
Buy myself a blue jacket, and put off the clown,
And fight for my country and king,
And fight for my country and king.
But coming up street there, I coud’n’t get quick,