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Overground
05:16
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I left my home and I left my job
Went and joined the army
If I knew then what I know now
I wouldn't have been so barmy.
Chorus:
Poor old soldier, poor old soldier
If I knew then what I know now
I wouldn't have been so barmy.
Gave me a gun and a big red coat
Gave me lots of drilling
If I knew then what I know now
I wouldn't have took the shilling.
Sent me off on a real old boat
By Christ she was no beauty
Far far across the sea we went
Afore to do my duty
Fought the Russians, or was it the French
Really couldn't tell, sir
All I know is they fought so hard
They sent us all to hell, sir.
When we got back home again
To desert was my intent, sir
I sold my cot and I sold my coat
And over the wall I went, sir.
Went to a pub and I got drunk
That is where they found me
Back to barracks in chains I was sent
And there they did impound me.
Fifty I got for selling me coat
Fifty for selling me blankets
If ever I 'list for a soldier again
The devil be my sergeant.
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Ol Reuben made a train & he put it on a track
He rode it to the Lord knows where
Oh me, oh my rode it to the Lord knows where
I've been to the East, Lord I've been to the West
I've been where the chilly winds don't blow
Oh me, oh my I've been where the chilly winds don't blow
Well I got myself a blade, and laid Reuben in the shade,
I'm startin' up a graveyard of my own.
Oh, me, oh my, I'm startin' up a graveyard of my own.
Well the train that I ride is 100 coaches long
You can hear the whistle blow 100 miles
Oh me, oh my you can hear the whistle blow 100 miles
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Back of the Change House
06:24
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The Blackest Crow
05:38
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As time draws near my dearest dear when you and I must part
How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor aching heart
Each night I suffer for your sake, you're the one I love so dear
I wish that I was going with you or you were staying here
I wish my chest were made of glass so you might behold
That on my heart your name lies wrote in letters made of gold
In letters made of gold my love, believe me when I say
You are the one I'll love the most until my dying day
The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night
Bright day will turn to night my love, the elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you the seas would rage and burn
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Root and Branch London, UK
Root & Branch play the traditional music of Britain, Ireland and the Appalachian mountains. The band consists of five musicians from both sides of the Atlantic, with diverse influences and backgrounds that create a distinctive and energetic sound.
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