Little Drummer - Michiel Schrey/Nils Brown/Sean Dagher/Kate Bevan-Baker/Nelson Carter/Rich Irwin/David Gossage

Lyrics by：Traditional

Composed by：Traditional

One fine summer's morning both gallant and gay

Twenty-four ladies went out on the quay

And the regiment of soldiers that did pass them by

A drummer and one of them soon caught his eye

He went to his comrade and to him did say

Twenty-four ladies I saw yesterday

Oh but one of those ladies she has me heart won

And if she denies me I'm surely undone

Go to this lady and tell her your mind

Tell her she has wounded your poor heart inside

Go and tell her she has wounded your poor heart full sore

And if she denies you what can you do more

He went up to her and he said pardon me

Pardon me lady for making so free

Oh me fine honoured lady you have me heart won

And if you deny me I'm surely undone

Be off little drummer now what do you mean

For I'm the lord's daughter of Ballykisteen

For I'm the lords daughter that's honoured you see

Be off little drummer you're makin too free

He put on his hat and he bade her farewell

Saying I'll send my soul down to heaven or hell

For with this long pistol that hangs by my side

Oh I'll put an end to my own dreary life

Come back litle drummer and don't take it ill

For I do not want to be guilty of sin

To be guilty of innocent blood for to spill

Come back little drummer I'm here at your will

We'll hire a car and to Bansha we'll go

There we'll be married in spite of our foes

For what can be said when it's over and done

But I fell in love with the roll of your drum