Old Blind Dogs - The Battle Of Waterloo free for downloading

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Let me hold you in my mind afore i dee, stricken down in battle at the mooth o boney s guns
Drillin laddies not to fear the muskets flame, we aye lived the same
drillin laddies not to fear the muskets flame
As winter begins aye mind boney, leave me wi my pain, stricken down in battle at the mooth o boney s guns

Or a widow you will be, as winter begins aye mind boney, never wed a sodger
Let it drain into the bitter clay once more, til napoleon s bloody cannon hit their aim
Save your knife for others who will surely rise again, all the world s in bloom
winter is forgiven now

You were aye my hame, and the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves Old, cannon yours to aim
Fooled by april s broom, for the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees Dogs, save your knife for others who will surely rise again
you were aye my hame
Aye sae dear tae me, bloody field your table

Save your knife for others who will surely rise again, save your knife for others who will surely rise again Waterloo, leave my blood to pour
Or a widow you will be, all the world s in bloom
and the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
you were aye my hame

bloody field your table
never wed a sodger
ere he catches the recruitin sergeant s eye
and the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves

Curse your lad to die, it wasn t only you
never wed a sodger
who was broken on the field of waterloo
Or a widow you will be, bloody field your table Old, you were aye my hame

Fooled by april s broom, who was broken on the field of waterloo, it wasn t only you
bloody field your table
never wed a sodger
Save your knife for others who will surely rise again, aye sae dear tae me

Leave my blood to pour, you were aye my hame
let me hold you in my mind afore i dee
drillin laddies not to fear the muskets flame
Ere he catches the recruitin sergeant s eye, who was broken on the field of waterloo

Fooled by april s broom, drillin laddies not to fear the muskets flame
Til napoleon s bloody cannon hit their aim, curse your lad to die, stricken down in battle at the mooth o boney s guns
war was aye your game
fooled by april s broom

Stricken down in battle at the mooth o boney s guns, leave me wi my pain, curse your lad to die
winter is forgiven now
as winter begins aye mind boney
Bloody field your table, i am surely done

Leave me wi my pain, war was aye your game
Fooled by april s broom, curse your lad to die Blind, drillin laddies not to fear the muskets flame
Who was broken on the field of waterloo, drillin laddies not to fear the muskets flame
Winter is forgiven now, you were aye my hame, listen dear tae me

listen dear tae me
Curse your lad to die, leave my blood to pour, you were aye my hame