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The Dreadnoughts
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The Cruel Wars
A recruiting sergeant came our way. From an Inn near town at the close of day He said my Johnny you're a fine young man Would you like to march along behind a military band With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat And a musket at your shoulder The shilling he took and he kissed the book Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya?
The recruiting sergeant marched away From the Inn near town at the break of day Johnny came too with half a ring He was off to be a soldier to go fighting for the King In a far off war in a far off land To face the foreign soldier But how will you fare when there's lead in the air Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya?
When The sun rose high on a barren land Where a thin red line made a military stand There was sling shot, chain shot, grape shot too Swords and bayonets thrusting through Poor Johnny fell but the day was won And the King is grateful to ya But your soldiering's done and they're sending you home Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya?
They said he was a hero and not to grieve For the two ruined legs and the empty sleeves Took him home and they set him down With a military pension and a medal from the crown. But you haven't an arm, you haven't a leg The enemy nearly slew ya 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 You'll have to go out on the streets and beg Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya?
A recruiting sergeant came our way From the Inn near town at the close of day He said my Johnny you're a fine young man Would you like to march along behind a military band With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat And a musket at your shoulder The shilling he took and he kissed the book Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya?
O Polly love, O Polly, the route is now begun And we must go on marching to the beating of a drum Come dress yourself all in your best and come along with me I'll take you to the cruel wars, in High Germany.
O Harry, dearest Harry, mind well what I do say My feet they are so tender and I cannot march away Besides, my dearest Harry, I am with child by thee Not fitted for the cruel wars, in High Germany.
I'll buy you a horse my love, and honey you shall ride And all my delights shall be walking at your's side Will stop at every lil' house, and drink when where are dry Be truth to one another, get married by and by. Offcourse it'd be the cruel wars, that ever they should you rise And note of mary England, crossed many man likewise They took her Harry from her, like wise a brothers three And sent them to the cruel wars in High Germany.
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