Away with the buff and the blue  And away with the cap and feather  I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire  Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire  I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire  Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer  I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her  Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire  I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire  If only I could be lying there aside her  While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her  Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire  I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire  Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver  Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her  Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire  I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire  Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary  Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie  Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire  I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire  Away with the ?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather  I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire  Away with the buff and the blue  Away with the cap and feather  I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire  Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire  I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire