From the recording Music in the Glen
When Bonnie commanded his armies to stand, he leveled his cannon right over the land. He leveled his cannon his victory to gain and slew my light horseman on the way home in vain.
Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain since my bonnie light horseman in the wars he was slain.
If I was a small bird and had wings to fly, I'd fly 'cross the salt sea to where my love does lie. And with my fond wings I'd beat over his grave and kiss the pale lips that lie cold in the clay.
The dove she laments for her mate as she flies, "Oh where tell me where is my darling", she cries. "And where in this wide world is there one to compare with my bonnie light horseman who was slain in the wars."