I am a rover, American A pair of green eyes, 5'10 It was to be, my final dance I rambled over La belle province Montreal, rimouski, Repentigny, chicoutimi The light inside me is getting dim God can't help the state I'm in I met a man, his name was Joe He said there's one place, you got to go Along the mighty saguenay We ended up at Chez bebe Chez bebe, j'ai ressaisi La picardie, je l'ai compris The light inside me is getting dim God can't help the state I'm in Good morning sky, good morning sun My prohibition has just begun I'll pack it in I'll take the vow If I have friends, I need them now But when the sun is in the west I'm in the arms of a perfect mess My only weakness, the perfect sin God can't help the state I'm in

Awake tonight in the silence of the moon Awake tonight, and I know she's coming soon She's coming soon The ghost of fair Paulina I followed you 'till my shoes were rotting thin I followed you for what you could have been You could have been My only Seraphima My fair Athena Soren K. and his Regina Now I have seen the deepest blue And nothing else will do Just you Paulina I've seen better days Paulina Since you gone away I watched the days reflected in your eyes The summer passed and leaves began to die Began to die, why oh why Paulina Heart in my throat, my little fingers crossed I delayed, and that is how I lost Oh how I lost My only Seraphima Mea Regina Ulysses and Athena Now I have seen the deepest blue And nothing else will do Just you

A recruiting sergeant came our way From an inn near town at the close of day He said my Johnny you're a fine young man Would you like to march along behind a military band With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat And a musket at your shoulder The shilling he took and he kissed the book Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya? The recruiting sergeant marched away From the Inn near town at the break of day Johnny came too with half a ring He was off to be a soldier to go fighting for the King In a far off war in a far off land To face the foreign soldier But how will you fare when there's lead in the air Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya? Well the sun rose high on a barren land Where the thin red line made a military stand There was sling shot, chain shot, grape shot too Swords and bayonets thrusting through Poor Johnny fell but the day was won And the King is grateful to ya But your soldiering's done and they're sending you home Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya? They said he was a hero and not to grieve For the two ruined legs and the empty sleeve They took him home and they set him down With a military pension and a medal from the crown But you haven't an arm, you haven't a leg The enemy nearly slew ya You'll have to go out on the streets to beg Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya? A recruiting sergeant came our way From the inn near town at the close of day He said my Johnny you're a fine young man Would you like to march along behind a military band With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat And a musket at your shoulder The shilling he took and he kissed the book Oh poor Johnny what will happen to ya? O Polly love, O Polly, the route has now begun And we must go a-marching to the beating of a drum Come dress yourself all in your best and come along with me I'll take you to the cruel wars in High Germany O Harry, dearest Harry, mind well what I do say My feet they are so tender and I cannot march away Besides, my dearest Harry, I am with child by thee Not fitted for the cruel wars in High Germany I'll buy you a horse, my love, and on it you shall ride And all of my delight shall be walking at your side We'll stop at every alehouse and drink when we are dry Be true to one another, get married by and by O' cursed be the cruel wars, that ever they should rise And out of merry England, press many a man likewise They took her Harry from her, likewise her brothers three And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany