Yea, I'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutlass wound will mar thy face
And you will be my ain true love
And you will be my ain true love
And as ye walk through death's dark vale
The cannon's thunder can't prevail
And those who hunt thee down will fail
And you will be my ain true love
And you will be my ain true love
Asleep inside the cannon's mouth
The captain cries here comes the rout
They'll seek to blind me North and South
I've gone to find my ain true love
The field is cut and bleeds to red
The cannonballs fly round my head
The infirmary man may count me dead
But I've gone to find my ain true love
I've gone to find my ain true love
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Yea, I'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutlass wound will mar thy face
And you will be my ain true love
And you will be my ain true love
And as ye walk through death's dark vale
The cannon's thunder can't prevail
And those who hunt thee down will fail
And you will be my ain true love
And you will be my ain true love
Asleep inside the cannon's mouth
The captain cries here comes the rout
They'll seek to blind me North and South
I've gone to find my ain true love
The field is cut and bleeds to red
The cannonballs fly round my head
The infirmary man may count me dead
But I've gone to find my ain true love
I've gone to find my ain true love
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutlass wound will mar thy face
And you will be my ain true love
And you will be my ain true love
And as ye walk through death's dark vale
The cannon's thunder can't prevail
And those who hunt thee down will fail
And you will be my ain true love
And you will be my ain true love
Asleep inside the cannon's mouth
The captain cries here comes the rout
They'll seek to blind me North and South
I've gone to find my ain true love
The field is cut and bleeds to red
The cannonballs fly round my head
The infirmary man may count me dead
But I've gone to find my ain true love
I've gone to find my ain true love
Writer: GORDON SUMNER
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC