As I was a-walking up a fair London street A recruiting party I chanced for to meet They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go The first time I deserted I thought myself free But my cruel comrade informed against me I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed I was handcuffed, I was guarded, heavy irons on me Court martial, court martial, they held against me And the sentence passed on me was three hundred and three "May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty For you see the Queen's duty now lies heavy on me" The next time I deserted I thought myself free But my cruel sweetheart informed against me I was quickly followed after, and brought back with speed I was handcuffed, I was guarded, heavy irons on me Court martial, court martial, was very soon got And the sentence passed on me that I had to be shot "May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty For you see the Queen's duty now lies heavy on thee" Now it's down comes Prince Albert in his carriage-and-six Saying, "Bring me that young man whose coffins is fixed Release him from his irons and let him go free For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country."