The Deserter

As I was a-walking along Radcliffe Highway

A recruiting party came a-beating my way

They enlisted me and treated me 'til I did not know

And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go

When first I deserted, I thought myself free

Until my cruel comrade informed against me

I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed

I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me

Court martial, court martial, they held upon me

And the sentence passed upon me: three-hundred-and-three

May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty

For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me

When next I deserted, I thought myself free

Until my cruel sweetheart informed against me

I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed

I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me

Court martial, court martial then quickly was got

And the sentence passed upon me: that I was to be shot

May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty

For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me

Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage-and-six

Saying, "Where is that young man whose coffin it is fixed?

Set him free from his irons and let him go free

For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country."