230 Old Songs
as they were chosen, joined hands, kissed, and went to their seats.
We’re marching down to old Quebec,
Where the drums are loudly beating;
We shall meet with no attack,
For the British are retreating.
The war’s all over,
So we’ll turn back,
Nevermore to be parted;
We’ll open the ring, and choose a couple in,
For we trust you’re all true-hearted.
Now you want a fine companion,
Want to soothe the cares of life;
Now you have a mind to marry,
Choose you one and handsome wife;
Now you’re joined in love and friendship,
Love and serve him while he’s here;
Kiss, and swear that you’ll prove constant
So long as he remains your dear.
RILLY BOY
Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
