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To the Battle march away.

Can you to the battle march away, and leave me here complaining; I am sure ’twil! break my heart to stay, when you ate gone campaining.

CHORUS.

Ah ! no, ah! no, poor Maudlin will never quit her rover. Ah ! no ah ! no poor Maudlin will go with you all the world over.

Cheer cheer my love, you shall not grieve, a soldier true you'll find me, I could not have the heart to leave my little girl behind me. Ah ! no, &c.

O can you to the battle go to woman’s fear a granger, No lean my breast shall ever know, but when my dear’s in danger. Ah! no &c

Then let the world jog as it will, let all our friends torsake us, ' We born, shall be is happy still, ag love and war can make us. An! no, &c