The captain cries, Here comes the rout,是什么歌

Sting - You Will Be My Ain True Love
You ll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman s blade will cut thee down,
No cutler s horn will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love
And as you walk through death s dark veil,
The cannon s thunder can t prevail,
And those who hunt thee down will fail,
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love.
Asleep inside the cannon s mouth,
The captain cries, Here comes the rout,
They ll seek to find me north and south,
I ve gone to find my ain true love.
The field is cut and bleeds to red.
The cannon balls fly round my head,
The infirmary man may count me dead,
When I ve gone to find my ain true love,
I ve gone to find my ain true love.