Chorus: She's bolted with a soldier and she won't come back,
He's six feet four in the stand back corps,
With a double barrelled blunderbus he's on my track,
I shall wake up a dead'un in the morning.

I used to spend my hard-earned savings,
From expence I never shrunk;
For the game that she loved dearly,
Was getting paraletic drunk.
Many a time I've pawned my whiskers,
For to get her out on bail;
For we swore we'd live together,
Int the workhouse or in gaol, gaol, gaol.

Chorus:

I never thought she'd go and leave me,
With a soldier for to flirt;
For she stole the blooming ticket;
Of my only flannel shirt.
Shall I ever more behold her?
Shall we ever, ever wed?
What have I to live longer?
Don't I wish that I was dead, dead, drunk!