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