Virginny
Martin CarthyOriginal | Versione degli Steeleye Span dall’album “Horkstow Grange” del 1998. |
VIRGINNY Now come all you young fellers where'er you may be Come listen a while and I'll tell you It's many's the young man myself I have seen More fitting to serve than to die on a string But how odd were the judges, how cruel they have been For to send us poor lads to Virginny Now when we come to Virginny, that cold shameful place, Which now I recall in my story Our captain did stand with his whip and his cane To bargain for us poor souls out of hand Like horses they yoked us that had ploughed the salt main How hard was my fate in Virginny O England, sweet England, I fear I'll never see you more And if I do, it's ten thousand to twenty For me fingers they are rotting and me bones they are sore I wonder about I'm right down to death's door But if I can just live to see seven years' more I will soon bid farewell to Virginny | AUSTRALIA I fell in with a damsel, she was handsome and gay, I neglected my work more and more every day, And to keep her like a lady, I went on the highway, And for that I was sent to Australia. Australia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more Worn out with the fever, cast down to Death's door, And if I ever live, say, seven years more, I would soon bid adieu to Australia. Now the judges, they stand with their whips in their hands And they drive us like horses to plough up the land. You should see us poor young fellows, a-working in the gaol-yard, How cruel is our fate in Australia. Australia, Australia, I would ne'er see no more Worn out with the fever, cast down to Death's door, And if I ever live, say, seven years more, I would soon bid adieu to Australia. |