The Battle Of Waterloo-Old Blind Dogs
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TXT The Battle Of Waterloo-Old Blind Dogs 文本歌词
The Battle Of Waterloo - Old Blind Dogs
Spring comes to Kirrie all the world's in bloom
Winter is forgiven now fooled by april's broom
Kirrie oh Kirrie you were aye my hame
Til napoleon's bloody cannon hit their aim
Jeanie oh Jeanie I am surely done
Stricken down in battle at the mooth boney's guns
Jeanie oh Jeanie aye sae dear tae me
Let me hold you in my mind afore I dee
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins aye mind boney it wasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of waterloo
Surgeon oh Surgeon leave me wi my pain
Save your knife for others who will surely rise again
Surgeon oh Surgeon leave my blood to pour
Let it drain into the bitter clay once more
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins aye mind boney it wasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of waterloo
Daughter oh daughter listen dear tar me
Never wed a sodger or a widow you will be
Daughter oh daughter curse your lad to die
Ere he catches the recruiting sergeant's eye
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins aye mind boney it wasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of waterloo
Boney oh boney war was aye your game
Bloody field your table cannon yours to aim
Boney oh boney we aye lived the same
Drilling laddies not to fear the muskets flame
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins aye mind boney it wasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of waterloo
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins aye mind boney it wasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of waterloo
