The desert

Richard Thompson

As I was a-walking down Radcliffe highway 
A recruiting party came a-beating my way 
They enlisted me and treated me till 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 help 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 sticks 
Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin 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
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