On rides a captain and 300 soldier lads    Out of the morning mist and thro' the silent snow    Whistling gaily rides the captain at their head    Behind him soldier boys sadly weeping go    O lads of mine weep no more    You are gone to kill and die       For when you took my gold and swore to follow me    You sold away your lives and your liberty    No more you'll till the soil, no more you'll work the land    No more to the dance you'll go and take girls by the hand       O mother weep for your son    He is gone to kill and die       You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword    You'll all go in the fire there'll be no hiding place    O mother hear the drumbeat in the village square    O mother that drums for me to go for a soldier there       Mothers sisters wives, weep for us    Marked as Cain we lie alone