Lyrics

Oh we came up from Somerset, To see the Great Review

There was Mary dressed in her Sunday best, And our boy Billy too

The drums were rolling rub-a-dub, The trumpets tootled too

When right up rode His Majesty, An’ says ‘An’ who be you?’

   Oh we’m come up from Somerset, Where the cider apples grow

   We’m come to see your Majesty, An’ how the world do go

   An’ when you’re wanting anyone, If you’ll kindly let us know

   We’ll all come up from Somerset, Because we loves you so

Then the Queen she looked at Mary, ‘An’ what’s your name’ she said

but Mary blushed like any rose, an’ hung her pretty head

so I up’s and nudges Mary, ‘Speak up and tell her do!’

so she said ‘If you please your Majesty, my name is Mary too’

   an’ we’m come up from Somerset, where the cider apples grow

   where the gals can hem and sew and stitch, and also reap and hoe

   and if you’re wanting any gals, an’ will kindly let us know

   we’ll all come up from Somerset, because we loves you so!

Then the King looked down at Billy-boy, Before they rode away

‘an what is he a-going for to be?, his Majesty did say

so Billy tugged his forlock, and stood up trim and true

oh I’m going to be a soldier sir, for I wants to fight for you

   for we’m come up from Somerset, where the cider apples grow

   for we’re all King’s men in Somerset, as they were long long ago

   an’ when you’re wanting soldier boys, an’ there’s fighting for to do

   you just send word to Somerset, an’ we’ll all be up for you!