What's the matter with you me lass, and Where's your dashing Jimmy? The soldier lads have picked him up, and Now her gone far from me Last pay day he went into town, and them Red-coated fellows Enticed him in and made his drunk; he'd Have better gone to the gallows The very sight of his cockade, it set us all A-crying And me, I nearly fainted twice: I thought That I was dying My father would have paid the smart and Run for the golden guinea But the sergeant swore he'd kissed the book, And not they've got young Jimmy When Jimmy talks about the wars it's worse Than death to hear him I have to go and hide my tears, for truth, I Cannot bear him But aye, he jives and cracks his jokes, and Bids me not forsake him For a Brigadier or a Grenadier he says They're sure to make him As I looked o'er the stubble fields - below it Runs the seam -* *coal mine I thought of Jimmy hewing there, but that Was just a dream He hewed the very coals we burn, and when The fire I'm lighting To think the lumps was in his hands, it sets My heart a beating So break my heart and then it's o'er; aye, Break my heart, my dearie And I'll lie in the cold, cold ground; of a Single life, I'm weary