You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,
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No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,
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No cutless wound will mark thy face
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And you will be my ain true love,
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And you will be my ain true love
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And as you walk through death's dark veil,
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The cannon's thunder can't prevail,
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And those who hunt thee down will fail,
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And you will be my ain true love,
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And you will be my ain true love.
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Asleep inside the cannon's mouth,
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The captain cries, "Here comes the rout,"
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They'll seek to find me north and south,
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I've gone to find my ain true love.
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The field is cut and bleeds to red.
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The cannon balls fly round my head,
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The infirmary man may count me dead,
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When I've gone to find my ain true love,
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I've gone to find my ain true love
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You Will Be My Main True Love
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| Alison Krauss |
