Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe Since my bonny light horseman in the war he did go Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain Since my bonny light horseman, in the war he was slain And if I was some small bird and if I had wings to fly I would fly over the ocean where my own true love does lie I would fly over the ocean, and I'd lie upon the plain Where my bonny light horseman, in the war he was slain Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe Since my bonny light horseman in the war he did go Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain Since my bonny light horseman, in the war he was slain And the white dove laments for her mate as she flies "Tell me, where in this wide world, is my own true love," she cries "And where in this wide world is there one who can compare With my bonny light horseman, who was slain in the war?" Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe Since my bonny light horseman in the war he did go Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain Since my bonny light horseman, in the war he was slain Oh, Napoleon Bonaparte, you're the cause of my woe Since my bonny light horseman in the war he did go Broken hearted I'll wander, broken hearted I'll remain Since my bonny light horseman, in the war he was slain