Oh, when Boney commanded all his troops for to stand,
He's levelled his cannon all over the land,
He's levelled his cannon for the victory to gain,
And he slew my light horseman from the wars coming home.

Broken-hearted I'll wander for the loss of my lover,
He's the bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain.

Oh, if I was a small bird and had wings to fly,
I'd fly o'er the salt sea where my true love he do lie.
And with these fond wings, oh I'd beat on his grave,
I'd kiss the fond lips that lie cold in the clay.

Broken-hearted I'll wander for the loss of my lover,
He's the bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain.

Now the dove she laments for her mate as she flies;
Where, tell me where is my true love? She cries,
And where in this wide world is there one to compare,
To my bonny light horseman who was slain in the war?

Broken-hearted I'll wander for the loss of my lover,
He's the bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain.

Oh, when Boney commanded all his troops for to stand,
He's levelled his cannon all over the land,
He's levelled his cannon for the victory to gain,
And he slew my light horseman from the wars coming home.

Broken-hearted I'll wander for the loss of my lover,
He's the bonny light horseman, in the wars he was slain.