The street sounds to the soldiers' tread
And out we troop to see:
A single redcoat turns his head
He turns and looks at me

My man, from sky to sky's so far
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are
We're like to meet no more

What thoughts at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry
Soldier, I wish you well