how goes it soldier,ni’m too young to musternthough i know brown bonnetnwho sweats like a soldiernwhen her boots come ridingnon those nights that seem like the devil is ridingnmy halo for sabers over his shouldernand he brings to me the rope and sawnone put to hang in, put one to save innand how goes it sailor, i’m unwell for sailingnthough i know the captain’s bridencause she comes to me andnshe’s handsome and wild as a hawknand how goes it sister i do hate be botherin’nthough i know you hate the fiendsnthey come to you and they’re bearin’ friendshipnno lies could more have beennyou come to me andnyou’re handsome, you’re wild as a hawk