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| 4:27 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:46 |
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| 3. |
| 2:51 |
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| 4. |
| 6:01 |
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| 5. |
| 6:13 |
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| 6. |
| 4:32 |
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| 7. |
| 6:59 | 
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As I was a-walking down Radcliffe highway
A recruiting party came a-beating my way They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go When first I deserted, I thought myself free Until my cruel comrade informed against me I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me Court martial, court martial, they help upon me And the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me When next I deserted, I thought myself free Until my cruel sweetheart informed against me I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got And the sentence passed upon me, that I was to be shot May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage and sticks Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin is fixed? Set him free from his irons and let him go free For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country |
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| 8. |
| 6:15 |
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| 9. |
| 4:56 |
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| 10. |
| 4:46 |
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| 11. |
| 4:09 |
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| 12. |
| 2:43 |
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| 13. |
| 3:49 |
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When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |
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| 14. |
| 2:37 |
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| 15. |
| 4:44 |
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| 16. |
| 4:28 |
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Swarbrick
In know Rosie, You're living in a world you didn't make And I know it's hard feeling happy When the things you want aren't even there to take (Chorus:) Come on Rosie, rosin up the bow For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know Lie down cozy and let's learn to take things slow For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know Of my Rosie Come on, my Rosie, rosin up the bow. Throw away your uniform Now's the time to take things by the hand Come on in and take your coat off Settle down and listen to the band And ain't that grand, Rosie (Chorus) |
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