You Will Be My Ain True Love - Sting

You’ll walk unscathed through musket fire

No ploughman’s blade will cut thee down

No cutless wound will mark thy face

And you will be my ain true love

And you will be my ain true love

And as you walk through death’s dark veil

The cannon’s thunder can’t prevail

And those who hunt thee down will fail

And you will be my ain true love

And you will be my ain true love

Asleep inside the cannon’s mouth

The captain cries, «Here comes the rout,»

They’ll seek to find me north and south

I’ve gone to find my ain true love

The field is cut and bleeds to red

The cannon balls fly round my head

The infirmary man may count me dead

When I’ve gone to find my ain true love

I’ve gone to find my ain true love