Girl on Commando

Round a farmhouse table in the candlelight,
 A company of Boers sat talking one night;
 They had got word; from a good source they heard
 That a British army supply wagon train
 Was soon to pass through their domain
 They knew to a man where they would outspan.
 On those wagons there was coffee and sugar and such
 And other commodities they needed so much
 So plans they were laid for a morning raid.
 Listening in was the farmers daughter
 raised in a time of civil war
 With them she wanted to go but her mama said "no"!
 Took her rifle down from its hiding place,
 Put on a big hat to cover her pretty little face,
 Dressed in tweed and corduroy,
 For all the world, she was a boy!
 Girl on commando, on her pony in a fight to be free
 Girl on commando, is all she ever wanted to be.
 Watched her father in the moonlight and her brothers
 Ride through the gate with all the others,
 Saddled her pony right then; rode off to join the men.
 The wagons had an escort of twenty five
 The commandant said "we gotta get that prize,
 Cause a diversion at dawn, take what we want and be gone.
 With her rifle in her hand in that headlong race
 And a big hat that covered her pretty little face.
 Dressed in tweed and corduroy.
 For all the world she was a boy!
 Girl on commando, on her pony in a fight to be free,
 Girl on commando is all she ever wanted to be.
 It happened just like the commandant said,
 The enemy weren't even out of bed
 And a getaway they made; nobody was scathed.
 papa saw his daughter's pony and he realized
 She'd been on commando with them on that ride.
 He was proud but amazed; her mama flew into a rage.
 Put her rifle back in its hiding place.
 Took off her hat to show her pretty little face
 And on account of her mama's protest,
 showed she was a girl and put on a dress
 But she went on commando, on her pony in a fight to be free
 Girl on commando, is all she ever wanted to be.
 Girl on commando, is all she ever wanted to be.