You Will Be My Ain True Love sing and play along

You walk unscathed through musket fire,

no ploughman's blade will cut thee down.

No cutler's horn 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 in those who hunt thee down will fail,

and I've 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 love.