That he had seen the prettiest girl, of any there to-day,
Her eyes were black as jet, and her hair it hung so tight,
And she says she'll march with none but colonel Thompson's men this night.
Our officers are loyal, they are men of courage bold,
Their clothing is of scarlet and turned up with gold,
It's I could wash the linen to please my dearest dear,
When I was in the field with colonel Thompson's volunteer.
Our ladies they love music, our captain gives command,
They play the prettiest marches of all the royal bands,