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Lillebjørn Nilsen
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Andy Irvine
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It fell out upon one Martinmas time
When snow lay on the border
There came a troop of soldiers here
To take up their winter quarters
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With me right fol adle eedle idle a-dee-o
With me right fol adle eedle eyrie
And they've rode north and they've rode south
And they've rode o'er the border
And there they met with a nice little girl
And she was a farmer's daughter.
And they made her swear a solemn oath
With a salt tear in her eye-o
That she would come to the quarter gates
When no one did her spy-o
And she's gone to the barber's shop
To the barber's shop went soon-o
Made them cut her long yellow hair
As short as any dragoon-o
And she's gone to the tailor's shop
And dresses in soldiers clothes-o
Two long pistols down by her side
A nice little boy was she-o
And she's gone to the quarter gates
And loudly she does call-o
There comes a troop of soldiers here
And we must have lodgings all-o
And the quartermaster he comes down
He gives her half a crown-o
Go find your lodgings in the town
for tonight there is no room-o
But she's moved nearer to the gates
Louder she does call-o
O Room, room, you gentlemen,
We must have lodgings all-o
And the quartermaster he comes down
He gives her eighteen pence-o
Go find your lodgings in the town
For tonight there comes a wench-o
And she took a whistle from her side
And she blew it loud and shrill-o
You're all very free with your eighteen pence
But you're not for a girl at all-o
And she took the garters from her knees
The ribbons from her hair-o
Tied them around the quarter gates
As a token she's been there-o
And when they found that it was her
They tried to have her taken
But she's clapped her spurs to her horse's side
She's galloped home a maiden.
Written by: Traditional
