Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe
Since my bonny light horseman in the war he did go
Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman, in the war he was slain
And if I was some small bird and if I had wings to fly
I would fly over the ocean where my own true love does lie
I would fly over the ocean, and I'd lie upon the plain
Where my bonny light horseman, in the war he was slain
Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe
Since my bonny light horseman in the war he did go
Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman, in the war he was slain
And the white dove laments for her mate as she flies
Tell me, where in this wide world, is my own true love, she cries
And where in this wide world is there one who can compare
With my bonny light horseman, who was slain in the war?
Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe
Since my bonny light horseman in the war he did go
Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman, in the war he was slain
Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe
Since my bonny light horseman in the war he did go
Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman, in the war he was slain