Socks in the Frying Pan - Bonny Light Horseman

Well, when Boney commanded his armies to stand

He levelled his cannon right over the land

And he levelled his cannon his victory to gain

He slew my light horseman in the wars coming home

Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I remain

Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain

Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I remain

Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain

Well, the dove, she laments for her mate as she fly

Saying "Where in this wide world is my true love?", she cries

Saying "Where in this wide world is there one who compares

To my bonny light horseman who was slain in the war?"

Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I remain

Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain

Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I remain

Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain

Well, if I were a small bird and had wings to fly

I'd fly to the spot where my true love did lie

And then with fly from wings I'd bare over his grave

And kiss the cold lips that lay cold in the clay

Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I remain

Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain

Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I remain

Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain

Well, when Boney commanded his armies to stand

He levelled his cannon right over the land

And he levelled his cannon his victory to gain

He slew my light horseman in the wars coming home

Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I remain

Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain

Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I remain

Since my bonny light horseman in the wars he was slain

He was slain, he was slain

He was slain