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| 1. |
| 2:38 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:50 |
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| 3. |
| 13:04 | 
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Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing No more excuses to come Just one step at a time And the war has begunShe's run away, she's run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colours, friend Don't you call to meDon't you cry, don't you cry Don't you cry upon the sea Don't you cry, don't you cry For your lady and me |
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| 4. |
| 5:38 |
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| 5. |
| 4:05 |
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Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Bring along," the brewer said, bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree |
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| 6. |
| 4:50 |
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| 7. |
| 4:05 |
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| 8. |
| 6:34 |
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Across the evening sky,
all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? And I am not alone while my love is near me I know it will be so until it's time to go So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time For who knows how my love grows? And who knows where the time goes |
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| 9. |
| 2:03 |
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| 10. |
| 3:51 |
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| 11. |
| 2:24 |
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Something you got, baby
Makes me work all day Something you got, baby Makes me bring home my pay Something you got, baby You ought to know My my, whoa whoa I love you so Something you got, baby Makes the world go 'round Something you got, baby Keep me home every night Something you got, baby You ought to know You ought to know Whoa, whoa, my, my Whoa I love you so Something you got Makes me work all day Something you got Makes me bring home my pay Something you got You ought to know My my, whoa whoa I love you so |
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| 12. |
| 2:20 |
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| 13. |
| 4:37 |
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As I was a-walking down Radcliffe highway
A recruiting party came a-beating my way They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go When first I deserted, I thought myself free Until my cruel comrade informed against me I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me Court martial, court martial, they help upon me And the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me When next I deserted, I thought myself free Until my cruel sweetheart informed against me I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got And the sentence passed upon me, that I was to be shot May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage and sticks Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin is fixed? Set him free from his irons and let him go free For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country |
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