Margaret - Anna & Elizabeth

I’m going far away, far away from poor Jeannette

There is no one left to love me now, and you, too, may forget

But my heart, it will be with you, wherever you may go

Can you look me in the face and say the same, Jeano?

When you wear the jacket red or the beautiful cockade

I fear you will forget all of the promises you made

With your gun upon your shoulder and your saber by your side

You’ll be taking some fine lady and be making her your bride

Oh, if I were Queen of France, or still better Pope of Rome

I’d have no fighting men abroad, nor weeping maids at home

All the world should be at peace and the right should be the might

I’d have those that made the quarrelling the only ones to fight

Oh, if I were Queen of France, or still better Pope of Rome

I’d have no fighting men abroad, nor weeping maids at home

All the world should be at peace and the right should be the might

I’d have those that made the quarrelling the only ones to fight