Away with the buff and the blue
And away with
the cap and feather
I want to see my lass
who lives in Hexhamshire
Off with the and over
the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass
who lives in Hexhamshire
Her father loves her well
her mother loves her dearer
I love them better than
them both but, man
I can't get near her
Off with the and over
the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass
who lives in Hexhamshire
If only I could be
lying there aside her
While I must bide here
my arms'll be denied her
Off with the and over
the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass
who lives in Hexhamshire
Her skin is like the silk
and her hair is like the silver
Her breasts are deep and cool
they'll warm when I get near her
Off with the and over
the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass
who lives in Hexhamshire
Ah, this love of mine
oh, this love, I am weary
Sleep I can't get none
for thinking of my dearie
Off with the and over
the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass
who lives in Hexhamshire
Away with the gilded?
shield and away with
the cap and feather
I want to see my lass
who lives in Hexhamshire
Off with the and over
the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass
who lives in Hexhamshire
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Away with the buff and the blue
And away with
the cap and feather
I want to see my lass
who lives in Hexhamshire
Off with the and over
the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass
who lives in Hexhamshire