I Wish That The Wars Were All Over
Anonymous
La versione raccolta nel 1892 dal rev. Sabine Baring-Gould (1834-1924,... | |
I WISH THAT THE WARS WERE ALL OVER Down in the meadows the violets so blue There I saw pretty Polly milking her cow The song that she sung made all the grove to ring - “My Billy is gone and left me to serve the king And I wish the wars were all over” I step’t up to her and made this reply And said, “My dear Polly what makes you to cry?” - “My Billy is gone from me whom I love so dear The Americans will kill him so great is my fear And I wish the wars were all over” I said, “My dear Polly, can you fancy me I‘ll make you as happy as happy can be” - “No, no, sir”, said she, “that never can be I ne’er be happy till my Billy I see And I wish the wars were all over” I still amazed to hear what she said The small bird a singing on every tree The notes that she sung where nightingale notes How the lark and the linnets warble their throats “And I wish the wars were all over” - “I now for my parents no longer can stay To seek for my Billy I’ll hast away To see if my Billy will make me his wife So free for his sake I’ll venture my life And I wish the wars were all over” - “I now to some tailor I’ll hast and away To rig myself out in some young man’s array Like a bold fellow, so neat and so trim So free for his sake I’ll go serve the king And I wish the wars were all over” | I WISH THAT THE WARS WERE WELL OVER Down in the meadows where the violets are blue I saw pretty Polly a-milking her cow. The song that she sung made all the grove ring - “O my Billy’s gone from me to serve George the King And I would that the wars were well over” Crying, “O that the wars were well over!” I stepped up to her and made this reply I said, “Pretty Polly, what makes you to cry?” - “My Bill is gone from me, that I love so dear And the ‘Mericans will kill him, so great is my fear And I would that the wars were well over” Crying, “O that the wars were well over!” I said, “Pretty Polly can you fancy me? I’ll make you as happy as happy can be.” - “O no, pretty Sir, I can never love you, To my Billy alone I am constant and true And I would that the wars were well over” Crying, “O that the wars were well over!” |