T:Little Drummer, The
D:Planxty: Cold Blow and the Rainy Night
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W:One fine summer's morning, both gallant and gay,
W:Twenty-four ladies went out on the quay,
W:And a regiment of soldiers it did pass them by,
W:A drummer and one of them soon caught his eye.
W:He went to his comrade and to him did say,
W:"Twenty-four ladies I saw yesterday,
W:Oh, but one of them ladies she has me heart won,
W:And if she denies me I'm surely undone."
W:"Go to this lady and tell her your mind
W:Tell her she's wounded your poor heart inside.
W:Go and tell her she's wounded your poor heart, full sore,
W:And if she denies you what can she do more?"
W:So early next morning this young man arose,
W:Dressed himself up in a fine suit of clothes,
W:With a watch in his pocket and a cane in his hand,
W:Saluting the ladies he walked down the strand.
W:He went up to her and he said "Pardon me,
W:Pardon me lady for making so free,
W:Oh my fine honored lady, you have my heart won,
W:And if you deny me I'm surely undone."
W:"Be off little drummer, now what do you mean?
W:For I'm the lord's daughter of Ballycasteen.
W:Oh, I'm the lord's daughter that's honored, you see,
W:Be off little drummer, you're making too free."
W:He put on his hat and he bade her farewell
W:Saying: "I'll send my soul down to heaven or hell.
W:For with this long pistol that hangs by my side,
W:Oh, I'll put an end to my own dreary life."
W:"Come back little drummer, and don't take it ill,
W:For I do not want to be guilty of sin,
W:To be guilty of innocent blood for to spill.
W:Come back little drummer, I'm here at your will."
W:"We'll hire a car and to Bansheer we'll go.
W:There we'll be married in spite of our foes.
W:Oh, but what can they say when it's over and done,
W:But I fell in love with the roll of your drum?"