The King's Shilling
anonimo
Originale | Versione cantata da Karan Casey e James Taylor |
THE KING'S SHILLING Oh my love has left me wi' bairnies twa And that's the last o' him I ever saw He's joined the army and he marched awa' He took the shillin' He took the shillin' and he marched awa' Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar Tak' the King's shilling an' we're off tae war Oh he looked sae prood and sae gallant then Wi' his kilt and sporran an' his musket gun And the ladies kissed them as they marched awa' And they sailed awa' boys They sailed awa', boys, by the Broomielaw The pipes they played as they marched along And the men they sang oot a battle song "March on, march on," cried our Captain gay And for King and country For King and country we will fight this day The battle echoed tae the sound o' guns And bayonets flashed in the morning sun The drums did beat and the cannons roared And the shillin' didn't seem The shillin' didn't seem much worth no more Some lost the battle their bodies fell Cut doon by bayonets and musket ball And many o' these brave young men Would never fight for Would never fight for their King again Oh my love has left me wi' bairnies twa And that's the last o' him I ever saw He's joined the army and he marched awa' He took the shillin' He took the shillin' and he marched awa' | THE KING'S SHILLING Oh my love has left me with bairnes twa And that's the last of him I ever saw He joined the army and marched to war He took the shilling, he took the shilling and he's off to war Come, laddies, come, hear the cannon roar Take the king's shilling and you're off to war Well, did he look as he marched along With his kilt and sporran and his musket gun? The ladies tipped him as he marched along He sailed out by, he sailed out by the Broomielaw Well the pipes did play as he marched along And the soldiers sang out a battle song "March on, march on," cried the captain gay For king and country, for king and country we will fight today Come, laddies, come, hear the cannon roar Take the king's shilling and you're off to war Well the battle rattled to the sound of guns And the bayonets flashed in the morning sun The drums did beat and the cannons roared And the shilling didn't seem, oh the shilling didn't seem much worth the war Well, the men they fought and the men did fall Cut down by bayonet and musket ball Many of these brave young men Would never fight for, would never fight for the king again Come, laddies, come, hear the cannon roar Take the king's shilling and you're off to war die in war... die in war... Take the king's shilling and you're off to war... |