Suil Agrar - Pentangle

'Twas after I sat on my true love’s knee

And many fine tale he has told to me He has told me a things that ne’er shall be He is gone, he is gone, my bonnie boy

I’ve sold my cloak, I’ve sold my reel

When my flax was spawn, I’ve sold my reel

To buy my love a sword of steel

He is gone, he is gone, my bonnie boy

With fife and drum he has marched away

He would not heed what I would say

He’ll not come back for many a day

He is gone, he is gone, my bonnie boy

But now my love has gone to France

To try his fortune to advance

If he e’er comes back 'tis but chance

He is gone, he is gone, my bonnie boy

I’ll dye my petticoat, I’ll dye it red

Around the world I’ll make my bed

'Till I find my love alive or dead

He is gone, he is gone, my bonnie boy

Siil, a siil, a siil agrar

Only death can end my woe

And the pain in my heart from me did go He is gone, he is gone, my bonnie boy