Battle of the Somme (Battle o the Somme)

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Battle of the Somme

The rough wind blows in the clear day's dawning
Blows the winds helter-skelter over the bay
But there's more than a rough wind blowing
Through the Great Glen of the world today
It's a thought that we would go over rats
All the rogues that go forward cocky and gay!
Take the road and seek other paths
For their evil plans to sport and play
No more will our young boys
March to war when our masters coursely crow
Nor will children from the mines and villages
Mourn the ships sailing down the Broomielaw
Broken families in lands we have taken
Will curse ''Scotland the Brave'' no more, no more
Black and white, one another they have married
Make the vile barracks of their masters bare
So everybody come home with freedom,
Never listen to those who cry out doom,
In your house are all the children of Adam
They will find bread, porridge and a painted room!
When MacLean meets his friends in Springburn
All of the roses and cherries will begin to bloom
And a black boy from Nyanga
Will escape the foul gallows of the Edinburghers
Пуснато от cescalina в Съб, 02/03/2013 - 04:32
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Battle o the Somme

Roch the win in the cleer day's dawin
Blaws the clouds hielster-gowdie o'er the bay
But thair's mair nor a roch win blawin
Thro the Greit Glen o the Warld the day


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