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Title
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Rifles
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Singer
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King Family
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Oh, the Rifles have stol'n my dear jewel away,
And I in old England no longer can stay,
I will cross the wide ocean, all on my bare breast,
To find my own true love, whom I do love best.
Verse 2
And when I have found him, my own heart's delight,
I will prove to him kinder, by day and by night,
I will prove to him kinder than the true turtle dove,
I never will at any time prove false to my love.
Verse 3
And when we are married the bells they shall ring,
With many sweet changes our joys to begin,
The music shall play and the drums make a noise,
To welcome my true love with ten thousand bright joys.
