Текст песни Bonny Woodhall - Martin Carthy

By Calder′s clear valley, by Calder's clear stream
Where I and my Annie together were seen
Days they past swiftly and happy were we
It is little, she thought, that a soldier I′d be
On the 20th of August our regiment was lost
When a shot from the enemy our line came across
Struck me on the forehead, the blood it ran down
I reeled and I staggered, I fell to the ground
"Oh come here," cries the captain, "come here with good speed
For I fear by a bullet young Dinsmore is dead."
They poured me the water and the whisky so free
And they turned me all over by brute for to see
If my Annie she were here, she would bind up my wounds
One kiss from her sweet mouth would staunch all the stouns (?)
But if fortune smile on me and back I return
I will sport with you, Annie, by Calder's clear dam
For it's wet and I am weary and I think of lang syne
When I was a young man and I worked down the mine
Tears they do trickle and down they do fall
Like the dew on the daisies in bonny Woodhall