The brim of my little hat is banded.
Song
The brim of my little hat is banded, ; My lover's mother bought that too. ; My lover's mother bought that too, ; With tearful eyes she pinned it to my hat. ; ; But if I'm drafted, ; Don't cry, baby, I won't be a soldier. ; I'd rather be an outlaw in the inn, ; I won't even be the emperor's soldier.