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D Am C G

  D                  Am            C                      G
There are two young lovers, they're pledged to each other's hands,
  D              Am         C                    G
They meet by the river, to talk of their marriage plans.
  D               Am        C                 G
"I'm confessing," he said, "I've signed for a soldier,
  D             Am         C
I'm leaving tomorrow for some foreign land."

Chorus:
F               G           D
She watches the pretty young soldiers,
F               G           D
As they march themselves off to the war.
F               G           D
She wonders if she'll ever see him again,
F               G           A
Somehow she doubts it, but she has to be sure.

D           Am        C                 G
So she rode into town on the very next day,
D           Am        C                 G
And dressed herself up all in man's array.
D                Am        C                 G
With a sword and a musket she took the King's shilling,
D                   Am
And to fight in some foreign war,
         C
She said, "Yes!," she'd be willing.

Chorus:
F        G           D
All you pretty young soldiers,
F               G           D
In those uniforms that you've never worn.
F               G           D
The Captain will come to inspect you all now,
F                  G                  A
"Let me down and you'll all wish you'd never been born."

     Bm                                     F#m
The Captain astride of his horse's grey flanks,
          A
Pulls the pretty young soldier from out of the ranks.
    B                                           F#m
His gaze it is fixed and she's starting to shake,
          A
He said, "Follow me soldier and listen to the offer that I'm willing to make."

Chorus:
F        G             D
"Come you pretty young soldier,
F        G           D
Come and be my right hand.
F                  G                  A
You're having this strange effect on my soul,
            G                   A
That I don't quite understand."

F            G                  D
"Captain, oh Captain, I've a confession to make,
   F                    G                D
I love someone else and my heart it will break."
    F                   G                 A
And as she released her brown hair from a band,
   F                    G                      A
It tumbled all down her shoulders and into his hands.

Chorus:
F        G           D
"Oh you pretty young soldier,
F        G             D
Come and take my right hand.
F                  G                 D
You're having this strange effect on my soul,
G                     D
And now I think, I understand."