I'm going for a soldier Jenny
I'm going o'er the rolling sea
They've given me a golden guinea
Which they say has enlisted me
And I'm off to fight for the army
As a Lancashire Fusilier
Rolling my musket in my arms
Instead of my Jenny dear
It's no use to fall a-crying
Give your senseless weeping o'er
Many a day you've heard me sigh
You should've been kind before
What if heart and spirit's sinking?
What if I should come to shame?
Be as it may I'm thinking
You alone will be to blame
And I'm off to fight for the army
As a Lancashire Fusilier
Rolling my musket in my arms
Instead of my Jenny dear
Long and dearly I have loved you
You must full well have known
If I had not faithless proved you
Then I never had reckless grown
And I'm off to fight for the army
As a Lancashire Fusilier
Rolling my musket in my arms
Instead of my Jenny dear
Fare you well the hours are a-flying
It's time that I was gone
When next another heart you're trying
Jenny look unto your own
And I'm off to fight for the army
As a Lancashire Fusilier
Rolling my musket in my arms
Instead of my Jenny dear