There was a little soldier who had lately ’turned from war, He courted a handsome lady, she had money laid in store. Her riches was so great they could scarcely be told, But yet she loved that soldier boy because he was so bold. 
She says, ’My little soldier, I’d freely be your wife, If I know’d my cruel father would only spare my life.’ He drew his sword and pistol, he placed them by his side. He said, ’We’ll get married, let what might be tried.’ 
They had been to church and was returning home that day. They met her cruel father and seven armed men. Way down in this valley we’ve got no time to tattle. The lady held the horse while the soldier fought the battle. 
The first one come running, he run him through the main. The second came running, he served him just the same. ’Let’s run’, says the rest, ’for we’re sure to be slain. To fight this little soldier we find it’s all in vain.’ 
Up stepped her old father speaking mighty bold. Says, ’You can have my daughter, ten thousand pound of gold.’ ’Fight on’, says the lady, ’your (palate?) is too small.’ ’Oh stop’, says the old man, ’and you can have it all.’ 
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