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The Recruited Collier
Lidové písně - Anglické
O what's the matter with you my lass And where's your dashing Jimmy ? The soldier boys have picked him up And sent him far, far from me Last pay day he set off to town And them red-coated fellows Enticed him in and made him drunk And he'd better gone to the gallows. The very sight of his cockade It set us all a-crying And me I nearly fainted twice I thought that I was dying My father would have paid the smart And he run for the golden guinea But the sergeant swore he'd kissed the book So now they've got young Jimmy. When Jimmy talks about the wars It's worse than death to hear him I must go out and hide my tears Because I cannot bear him A brigadier or grenadier He says they're sure to make him And ay he jibes and cracks his jokes And bids me not forsake him. As I walked o'er the stubble field Below it runs the seam I thought of Jimmy hewing there But it was all a dream He hewed the very coals we burn And when the fire I's lighting To think the lumps was in his hands It sets my heart to beating. For three long years he followed me Now I must live without him There's nothing now that I can do But weep and think about him So break, my heart, and then it's o'er So break, my heart, my dreary And I'll lie in the cold green ground For of single life I'm weary.