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Broken-Hearted I Will Wander

Kate Rusby

When Boney he commanded his army to stand

He levelled his cannon all over the land

He levelled his cannon his victory to claim

And he slew my light Horseman on his way going haim

So broken-heated I will wander, broken-heated I'll remain

For the loss of my lover, in the wars he was slain

Broken-hearted I will wander, broken-heated I'll remain

He is my Bonnie Light Horseman, in the wars he was slain

The dame she laments for her man she will fly

Oh where, tell me where is my darling she cries

And where in this wide world is there one to compare

To my Bonnie Light Horseman who was lost in the war

So broken-hearted I will wander, broken-hearted I'll remain

For the loss of my lover, in the wars he was slain

Broken-hearted I will wander, broken-heated I'll remain

He is my Bonnie Light Horseman, in the wars he was slain

Oh and if I were a small bird and had wings to fly

I would fly o'er the salt seas to where my love doth lie

And with my fond wings I'll beat over the grave

And I'd kiss the pale lips laying cold in the clay

So broken-hearted I will wander, broken-hearted I'll remain

For the loss of my lover, in the wars he was slain

Broken-hearted I will wander, broken-hearted I'll remain

He was my Bonnie Light Horseman, in the wars he was slain