Will Ye Go to Flanders Songtext
von Dolores Keane & John Faulkner

Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?
Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally O?
You′ll see the plaidies furlin'
You′ll hear the pipies skirlin',
Oh will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?


Oh will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?
Alang wi' all the Hielanders, my bonny Mally O?
You′ll hear the captain callin′,
You'll see the surgeon thrallin′
And the soldiers how they're fallin′ my Mally O.

Oh will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?
Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally O?
There ye'll get wine and brandy,
And sack and sugar-candy;
Oh, will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?


Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?
To see the chief commanders, my bonny Mally O?
You′ll see the bullets fly,
And the ladies how they cry
And the soldiers how they die, my Mally, O.