Lyrics:
It fell out upon one Martinmas timeWhen snow lay on the borderThere came a troop of soldiers hereTo take up their winter quartersAnd they road high and they rode northAnd they rode o'er the borderAnd there they met with a nice, little girlShe was a farmer's daughterWell, they made her swear a solemn oathA salt tear in her eyeThat she would come to the quarter gatesWhen no one would her spyBut she's gone to the barber's shopAnd to the barber's shop went soonShe made them cut off her long, yellow hairAs short as any dragoonAnd she's gone to the tailor's shopAnd dressed in soldier's clothesWith two long pistols down by her sideA nice, little boy was sheAnd she's gone to the quarter gatesAnd loudly she does call'There comes a troop of soldiers hereWe must have lodgings all'And the quartermaster, he comes downHe gives her half a crown'Go find your lodgings in the townTonight there is no room'So she moved closer to the gatesAnd louder she does call'Room, room, you gentlemenWe must have lodgings all'And the quartermaster, he comes downHe gives her eighteen pence'Go find your lodgings in the townTonight here comes a wench'So she took a pistol from her sideShe blew it loud and shrill'You're all very free with your eighteen penceYou're not for a girl at all'And she took the garter from her kneeThe ribbon from her hairShe tied them 'round the quarter gatesA token she'd been thereAnd when they found that it was herThey tried to have her takenShe slapped her spurs to her horse's sideShe galloped home a maiden