Will Ye Go To Flanders, My Mally O
Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?
Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?
There we'll get wine and brandy,
And sack and sugar-candy;
Will ye go to flanders, my Mally O?
Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?
And see the chief commanders, my Mally O?
You'll see the bullets fly,
And the soldiers how they die,
And the ladies loudly cry, my Mally O.