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 For I am going to France my dear,

to face the daring foe.

Where cannons they do rattle,

and bullets they do fly,

O stay at home my Nancy,

and I pray you do not cry.

When you get to France my dear,

there is one thing more I crave,

That you’ll send me a letter

how they to you behave.

Well spoke my dearest Nancy,

there words have won my heart,

Since Providence has ordered it,

That you and I must part.

I'll leave you all my bounty,

and every thing but life,

When I return from France my dear,

I will make you my wife.

But when you’re on the march my dear,

may the Heavens be your guide,

With fife and drums before you,

yourselves for to revive.