Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe
Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he did go
Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he was slain
And if I was some small bird, and if I had wings to fly
I would fly over the ocean, where my own true love does lie
I would fly over the ocean and alight upon the plain
Where my bonny light horseman in the war he was slain
Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe
Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he did go
Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he was slain
And the white dove laments for her mate as she flies
"Tell me where in this wide world is my own true love," she cries
"And where in this wide world is there one who can compare
With my bony light horseman who was slain in the war"
Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe
Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he did go
Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he was slain
Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe
Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he did go
Broken-hearted I'll wander, broken-hearted I'll remain
Since my bonny light horseman in the war, he was slain