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Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
10.03.2009 01:57
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To 'list and fight the foe today:Over the Hills and far away...

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Maestro
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Re: Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
[re: Gonobobel]
10.03.2009 01:58
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о, Баралгин
а песня хорошая, да.
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Gonobobel
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Re: Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
[re: Maestro]
10.03.2009 02:03
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: O'er the hills and o'er the main:Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain:King George commands and we obey:Over the hills and far away
:When duty calls me I must go:To stand and face another foe:But part of me will always stray:Over the hills and far away
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Maestro
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Re: Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
[re: Gonobobel]
10.03.2009 02:04
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Over the hills and far away
There's forty shillings on the drum To those who volunteer to come, To 'list and fight the foe today Over the Hills and far away.
Chorus: Over the hills and over the main Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain. King George commands and we obey Over the hillls and far away.
Mid smoke and fire and shot and shell, And to the very walls of hell, But we shall stand and we shall stay Over the hills and far away
Though I may travel far from Spain A part of me shall still remain, And you are with me night and day Over the hills and far away.
Then fall in lads behind the drum With colours blazing like the sun. Along the road to come what may Over the hills and far away.
When Evil stalks upon the land I'll neither hold nor stay me hand But fight to win a better day, Over the hills and far away.
If I should fall to rise no more, As many comrades did before, Ask the pipes and drums to play Over the hills and far away.
Let kings and tyrants come and go, I'll stand adjudged by what I know. A soldiers life I'll ne'er gainsay. Over the hills and far away.
Though kings and tyrants come and go A soldier's life is all I know I'll live to fight another day Over the hills and far away...
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Muistatko mitä enemmin, vain jo loppuivat lorusi? |
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Gonobobel
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Re: Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
[re: Maestro]
10.03.2009 02:09
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Gonobobel
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Re: Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
[re: Gonobobel]
10.03.2009 02:10
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Gonobobel
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Re: Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
[re: Gonobobel]
10.03.2009 02:11
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Gonobobel
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Re: Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
[re: Gonobobel]
10.03.2009 02:11
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Gimli
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Re: Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
[re: Maestro]
10.03.2009 02:23
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Old Wellington, he scratched his bum. He says, "Bony lad, thee's had thee fun." My riflemen will win the day Over the hills and far away.
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Re: Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
[re: Gimli]
10.03.2009 02:28
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They came for him one winter's night. Arrested, he was bound. They said there'd been a robbery, his pistol had been found.
They marched to the station house, he waited for the dawn. And as they led him to the dock, he knew that he'd been wrong. "You stand accused of robbery," he heard the bailiff say. He knew without an alibi, tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.
Over the hills and far away, for ten long years he'll count the days. Over the mountains and the seas, a prisoner's life for him there'll be.
He knew that it would cost him dear, but yet he dare not say. Where he had been that fateful night, a secret it must stay. He had to fight back tears of rage. His heart beats like a drum. For with the wife of his best friend, he spent his final night of freedom.
Over the hills and far away, he swears he will return one day. Far from the mountains and the seas, back in her arms he swears he'll be. Over the hills and far away.
Over the hills and, over the hills and, over the hills and far away.
Each night within his prison cell, he looks out through the bars. He reads the letters that she wrote. One day he'll know the taste of freedom.
Over the hills and far away, she prays he will return one day. As sure as the rivers reach the seas, back in his arms she swears she'll be.
Over the hills and far away, he swears he will return one day. Far from the mountains and the seas, back in her arms he swears he'll be.
Over the hills and far away, she prays he will return one day. As sure as the rivers reach the seas, back in his arms is where she'll be.
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coyote
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Re: Here's forty shillings on the drum:For those who volunteer to come
[re: Maestro]
10.03.2009 07:51
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Rogue's March
I left my home and I left my job Went and joined the army If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have been so barmy.
cho: Poor old soldier, poor old soldier If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have been so barmy.
Gave me a gun and a big red coat Gave me lots of drilling If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have took the shilling.
Sent me off on a real old boat By Christ she was no beauty Far far across the sea we went Afore to do my duty
Fought the Russians, or was it the French Really couldn't tell, sir All I know is they fought so hard They sent us all to hell, sir. Chorus:
When we got back home again To desert was my intent, sir I sold my cot and I sold my coat And over the wall I went, sir. Chorus:
Went to a tavern and I got drunk That is where they found me Back to barracks in chains I was sent And there they did impound me.
Fifty I got for selling me coat Fifty for me blankets If ever I 'list for a soldier again The devil shall be me sergeant.
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