Martinmas Time

It fell out upon one Martinmas time

When snow lay on the border

There came a troop of soldiers here

To take up their winter quarters

And they road high and they rode north

And they rode o'er the border

And there they met with a nice, little girl

She was a farmer's daughter

Well, they made her swear a solemn oath

A salt tear in her eye

That she would come to the quarter gates

When no one would her spy

But she's gone to the barber's shop

And to the barber's shop went soon

She made them cut off her long, yellow hair

As short as any dragoon

And she's gone to the tailor's shop

And dressed in soldier's clothes

With two long pistols down by her side

A nice, little boy was she

And she's gone to the quarter gates

And loudly she does call

"There comes a troop of soldiers here

We must have lodgings all"

And the quartermaster, he comes down

He gives her half a crown

"Go find your lodgings in the town

Tonight there is no room"

So she moved closer to the gates

And louder she does call

"Room, room, you gentlemen

We must have lodgings all"

And the quartermaster, he comes down

He gives her eighteen pence

"Go find your lodgings in the town

Tonight here comes a wench"

So she took a pistol from her side

She blew it loud and shrill

"You're all very free with your eighteen pence

You're not for a girl at all"

And she took the garter from her knee

The ribbon from her hair

She tied them 'round the quarter gates

A token she'd been there

And when they found that it was her

They tried to have her taken

She slapped her spurs to her horse's side

She galloped home a maiden

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